Two Eyes Cenote grey dawn light

it pushed at a wound long-buried in khusobek, this song. he had not expected its primeval sound to be quite so compelling.

the tension in the man slackened; his eyes glittered with wonder.

and when the last echoes died away, the crocodile considered the songbird with a wondering, appraising light in his icewater eyes.

"what is it you came to see?"