Gone and done, the dogs were loose. Owls from a distance feed the animals around us. Vocalized pills, swallowed in unison. Dusk turns to night. Shrieking, unfazed. My throat called to join, nevertheless quiet. Ears full of them all, open to the invitation. Sleep escapes me. I grow a tail. Soft fur rubs between my legs. Join them. I stay in bed and fight against it. Ears turn to the sound. Fingers touch; pointed. I will not cave. Restless legs sway, closer and closer to the edge. I fall. Welcoming ground, uneasy, I stand. All fours. The world is grey. I run outside. An owl, unlike the others, breaks. Silence. I run loose. Where are the dogs?
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