The aftermath of a violence between water and earth had created a dark, dense forest with a creek flowing past a small barn whose resident owl was in the process of regurgitating the black and bleeding vomit from the days digested prey onto a lily pad near the waters edge. Upon closer inspection, the smell of the owl's stomach fluid overtook me as I noticed a white spot forming on the surface of the jelly-like spew. As the stench grew stronger, I realized the smell must lie concealed beneath the surface just like the taste of blu-cheese lies beneath its mold. Some mosquitos were abandoning their perch of ferns and beginning to dine on this display of nature's lush balance of power. The white spot grew larger. The smell stung my eyes until tears formed and then, after clearing the teardrops away with my handkerchief, I witnessed a resurrection that made my blood chill . . . . . . . . . . the white spot was actually a dead rat's skull slowly floating to the surface of the steaming black puke.
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