Moon, Porous, Copse
Dense fog winds its way around and between evergreen treetops. At ground level a little rabbit nibbles green clover, sweet and wet with dew. He watches and listens for trouble, the fog making it difficult to tell where each noise comes from. Not being able to see magnifies the danger, each sense is at attention and his nerves are jumpy.
The Short and the Long of it ~ Monique Nagel 