GNAW I may have made a mistake here, drifting into this area of sky high trees. Way up above, a giant hawk tangles with a cloud. The cloud loses, struck to earth. Half a day ago I left my homey clearing. The farther I go, the stranger it is-- just now a mouse like a bear made a flurry in the brush. The trees get bigger and bigger, the air clearer and more desperate for my lungs. Out of nervousness, I stop to chew on the roots of a tree to large to walk around.