The grass is a tangled net—I think its trying to capture me.
Don’t go there, that’s where the fairies are.
They are trying to capture me.
The sky is going blacker, clouding my eyes. I rub at them but they mist over in this muggy heat, blurring the bushes and roots.
I run past a tree with sheep huddled under it. They stare at me.
They’ll make you dance for years on end, until the heels of your feet bleed.
Thunder cracks, and I tumble on a stone.
Over the hill now, and I see my home nestled in the small valley. I still don’t look behind me, but flail down the hill and clumsily tumble inside the front door.
Breathless, I shout: “I saw them!”