Field guide No. 526
The gong’s traveling crescent
Struck once, still going.
In a wet garden of olive trees, a bronze gong hangs in its wooden frame while a crescent of the same bronze curves away from it through the air. That’s the sound, leaving.
Field noteA struck gong sends out sound. This one sent out a curved strip of its own bronze, still on its way.
Also possible, also breaking category
The sleeping hill’s closed eyeHills are landforms, not faces. One with an eyelid is a landscape doing an animal’s job.
Berry far awayDomes are domes; a red one with seeds would still track stars. Planning would object first.
The apricot archiveStones are small and so are scrolls. Filing one in place of the other is merely bureaucratic.
Giant anteater feeding on forest fogAnteaters eat ants. Fog is a strange diet but not a contradiction.