Caveat: Poem #1138

she said.
She sat down
and looked around.
"The gods can't see us."
He just listened, musing.
"Perhaps when the sun comes out..."
A deer poked its head out at them.
The clouds made the sky a dull, gray slate.
He stood, restlessly, pacing the ground.
The deer, now startled, disappeared.
Droplets of water scattered.
"What if we..." he began.
He gazed mountainward.
She shook her head.
"There's nothing."
He slumped.

– a reverse nonnet followed by a nonnet, an effort to tell a compact (and fictional) story