a few leaves move of their own accord. now beside the damp steps a grey speck grows larger. the mouse moves in patternless waves, leaping from instant to instant, always still when I can see it in clear focus. the mouse moves towards the grass field, and then a black bird with a yellow beak appears. now it is holding a worm in its beak, the worm hardly struggling. I see life is a meal, a thing which happens one-by-one. now two deer wander onto the scene. one scratches its neck with a hind leg. now the air is silent.