Stormy Steppe (Grassy Steppe)

Titanic plains of blue-green grass In mesmerizing liquid sway Moon-touched swathes of faunal mass Nocturnal wisps departing clay The grassy spindles claw the puffs Of scudding cloudy passers-by Whom trundle over spiny bluffs At point where earthen bulk meets sky This living thing in all but name Respiring horde in windswept dance It whispers things to passing gales Matters heard alone by ants These parching droves who would conspire To snare the rain until the dawn When dew, reflecting spheroid fire Shall fall toward the verdant lawn Daniel Arian Bourke