Some say a landscape is made up of fields and hay. Somewhere, a horse and wagon; a barn with a rusted roof. Under the rusted roof, an owl hoots; flies bother the horse. A scarecrow is supposed to frighten creatures in the wild. The scarecrow doesn't frighten squirrels or foxes or mice. Something always manages to come through the cracks. A snake can come through the cracks. Rainwater. Mud. Sometimes you find a long sheath lit with old scales. A long sheath lit with old scales, abandoned in the barn. No blood, no scar: no one can tell how it manages this change. Does blood or a scar guarantee the change is real? So much grain to separate from chaff. Dust everywhere. Separate the grain from chaff. Dust everywhere. Remember the landscape made of fields and hay.