darken,
and you have three more
miles to
get back to your car,
the animals come out.
their eyes
flashing
in the lowered sun.
they're surprised
that you're
still here, walking through
the park.
with no weapons
in hand,
no flashlight.
they look
at each other and shrug,
they discuss
amongst themselves
who
gets the first bite.
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