Beneath the Waves

I'm at the dog park with Buster enjoying a beautiful day when one of the regulars taps me on the shoulder.

"Hey," he says. "Look. There's a hawk over there."

I turn around and see a large brown hawk standing fifty yards outside the fence.

"Wow," I say. "There's something you don't see every day."

"What's that in front of him? Look like a squirrel."

"Could be a rabbit."

"Whatever it is," the regular says. "I think it's dead."

I have no idea what kind of hawk's out there but my guard goes up...