Splay

Wild and unkempt, the field croons to me, a siren's call beseeching to play tag with the wind, sprinting across the uneven surface and splay full-length, face-down upon her mossy breast. I gluttonously drink gulps of her scent, fecund and rich and savory enough to satisfy my appetite. Then she whispers softly, mere breath-brushes against my neck, as the pull of an unheard heart-thump draws me down to nestle deeper in her caress. The curly blades of grass trill arias as they sing across my skin, and tiny red ants march to their drumbeat of life in rank order rows tangent to my face, while a solitary spider dangles from a single silken strand. . I lie hidden from the world by my sentient shield immersed in the rhythm and innate magic of my overgrown meadow.