Field: A Six Sentence Story

There's a blurred line between town and country where the houses become fewer and farther apart, where yards become bordered by pasture land and fields of corn and soy beans. Streetlights dwindle until there are none, except for the occasional security light at a farm house, and the stars become brighter than bright in the night sky. In the light of the moon, the silhouettes of cattle can be seen, and the soft sounds of them lowing is accompanied by the singing of frogs in the nearby ponds. 

The crunching of tires from a car rolling slowly on the gravel lane that ran between two corn fields was noticeable to no one or nothing, save an occasional cow, and the rustle of something being dragged between the rows of corn was swallowed by the night sky. Only an owl, swooping toward the snapping sound of the corn stalks that were being pushed aside in hopes of scooping up a field mouse, saw the figure in the darkness, and he flew silently away, saying nothing. As the night sky gave way to morning light, the fields and pasture land slowly awoke as the cattle shook off their sleep, the black snakes and lizards came out of their hiding places to bask in the first rays of sunshine, and buzzards traced circles in the sky above the corn field.

Linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge's Blog for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "field"