Thursday, December 23, 2004

Prey and predator

3 a.m., a small noise in the backyard. A little baby squirrel or bird's tiny shriek. The jaws of the predator. The
shrieks get closer together and louder. Then a silence.
The unpredictability of life. The certainty of death. Another cold, dark night.

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