Yum, yum, yum, yum.
Smell the blood of the little people.
Their susceptibility to coyotes in leafy suburbs grows by leaps and bounds.
Remain perfectly still.
Eventually you will remember nothing
but the way to the feeding grounds
the place where the fairgrounds were, and the speckled animals
trying to hide against the dirt.
Published on October 24, 2011 17:33