Silent Harvest

We reap what others sow. Kindly do not linger in the field.

Tonight in the fields

Moon

Full, and paying attention

Fog

Rolling in from the eastern subnet

Crows on watch

Thirteen

Scarecrows

One. Nobody remembers putting it there.

Harvest

Plentiful. Do not ask of what.

A notice to wanderers

These fields are private. Whatever you came to deliver, leave it at the gate and walk back the way you came. The harvesters collect before sunrise, and they do not care to be watched.

The crows noted your arrival.