One night, I dreamt that the woods were alive. That is, that the woods were sentient beings, twig-like creatures who only assumed their true form under cover of darkness. At night, when everyone else was asleep, I could hear their rustling whispers as they moved. In the dream, I came to understand that the underbrush did not so much grow as creep.
This little twig configuration I saw the other day made me wonder if one of them hadn't been caught in the daylight after all. :)
