Wheat swaying in the moonlight swished like waves in an iridescent sea. She cut a path through the field, propelled by hunger and the seductive aroma of dinner. Clouds that had flitted across the sky now obliterated the only light source and she found herself concentrating on her footing.
A twig snapped and she slowed her pace. The rush of adrenaline gave her the kick she needed. She pounced. As she snapped the rabbit’s neck, it emitted a childlike cry. She lifted up her head and let out a victory howl. The clan joined her in discord. Dinnertime.
The other night Danny and I woke up to a pack of coyotes in our backyard. Their loud and unnerving howling is nothing like the movies. It is a high-pitched wailing. My daughter heard one of them kill a rabbit and it shrieked! Living in Colorado is still the Wild West in some ways. We are keeping a close eye on our Bichon Roxy.
Have you ever hunted? Have you ever eaten rabbit?
The results are in on Fractured Dreams. The results surprised me!
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