Poem: "Eagwood"

 Eagwood danced in the dry field of
Wheat and
Barley,
Right ear to the ground,
Listening.

Their approach, the rumbling vibration stronger and stronger,
Footsteps of the Ven themselves.

It was sharp…
Like rocks.

Along the horizon their armies were
Little ants
With a big
Appetite.

Moments later,
Big elephants
With a little
Eagwood
All alone.

Eagwood could not
run.
Behind him was the
void. A hard place.

Eagwood was stuck between a
rock
and a
hard place.