The night is long, three months* so dark, so cold, no air to fire a spark, though million stars shine sharp and bright undulled by artificial light;...
A dome of heavy cloud, oppressive shroud … here and there a thinning glow – and seachlights fan out, show a dappling on the valley floor … torn rags...
The plant hopper hops from leaf to leaf, two legs together, or they’d come to grief, with a lop-sided jump they’d just have a bump, so the legs move...