Electric
At night in the prairies,
on the savanna,
the plow harrowed land,
or the scrub and brush
of sparse hunting grounds,
creatures are illumined
by a shimmering fear.
Trepidation ignites dark niches;
blood shines.
Fox and rabbit
watch in their sleep,
in their tunnels;
both sense each other
through a voltage of fur.
They are electric,
those that are hid by a shaded moonlight
are lit by a light that consumes itself.
Eyes are flashlights,
minds openly hunt or hole up,
all watch for the dire
glimmer of danger.
Closely concealed or at a distance
all follow the trace of a searching scent,
all share the body-heat of the chase,
or the quick pounce
of a breath-snatching find.
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