Our morning newspaper pressed earth in vapour. Sounders have marched, on a pugmark parched. Have emptied their butts, on raiding ground nuts.
The headlines flashed a Python’s track, the drift alleged it had a snack. A flaunting Peafowl sirened the scene. Treed and gloating in his long preen.
Everything is a trending news compiled at night, printed by dew. Politics of herd over an obituary. Every sign revealed its story.
We read news; of all that moves, we set to track; a limping hoof. We stalked a gait; of sheared thigh survived a bovine; from a feline’s try. We grasped the math; she gasped her breath. To surprise us both; hugged a rosette death.