Foul Play


Down the hill and beside an abandoned railroad trestle, there's a lonely field. The dogs love to escape their bungalow prison to crash through the weeds, assault runners, and splash their way through the marsh in a joyful panic.

As evening approaches all seems peaceful, innocent, urban nature. Bobcats stroll across the street with a sly cockiness, no care in the world. Coyotes make guest appearances before disappearing into the alleyways.

Dusk is the warmup party where these homeless creatures execute on their plan to retake the land. They edge along the lazy blur between day and night. In the morning, we count our chickens, house cats, and other small, furry friends.

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