I think I hear a herd ahead.
Indeed I definitely do.
Though I could feel it long before I could ever hear it.
The trembling of the earth that comes before.
Like thunder is to lighting.
And it felt so far off. Now it’s close enough to see.
You can watch as it approaches.
Like a storm blowing its way in.
Until it’s nearly overhead.
And below a herd is the last place we want to be.
