Something shakes the high grass, what it is I can't say. I see flowers tremble, near a part-line splay. I hear dry stems rattle to some darting moves. But a creature's existence still remains unproved. Maybe it's delirium, or a trick of the wind. I catch no flash of fur on which my claim to pin. Even from the watchtower, my grounds are circumstantial. I can't give proof of life -- at least not that's substantial.
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