The Spider did not see the Pheasant, as the Pheasant plucked it from the Flower.
The Pheasant did not see the Hunter, as the Hunter raised his rifle.
The Hunter did not see the cracks in the ice, as they split beneath him.
In the Silence after, the Flower and the Web nodded. They had seen it all.
Only they remain, waiting for Summer and all new things.
This beautiful piece of prose was written by the incredibly talented Irish Gumbo. Like I said yesterday, I am unbelievably honored to have the opportunity to collaborate with him.
So, go! go! go! Tell him how talented he is!