In the Tall Grass

“A girl once hid in tall grass,” she crooned.
“And ambushed any boy who walked past.
As lions eat gazelles,
so many men fell,
and each tasted better than the last.”

Becky thought she had walked twenty steps into the grass. Maybe thirty at most. The road should’ve been close enough to hit with a Frisbee. It was, instead, as if she had walked the length of a football field and then some.