Oceaee’s Blonde

In the pale dark dusk, where shadows spread like spilt ink into the dry hard ground, he looked up on reflex, in his element and three moves ahead by the time I saw him, leaning into his first stride.

He moved faster than I’d ever seen and tracing his line of sight, mine fell upon his objective.

She was a sleek silver blonde coyote silhouetted by a sun just set and the amber light of that moment.

She watched, initially with amusement and surprise, then bewilderment as the distance from her spot and the fast galloping golden was rapidly evaporating.

Decision time.

Blondee darts off to my right with lightning speed … Oceaee having anticipated this, has already cut off an angle behind the neighbors house…

I hear my voice shouting very loudly using commands and words for ‘treats’ in languages not spoken for many years …

Then they were gone.

As I moved through the surrounding neighborhoods, I went towards every barking sound, only to find yards fenced in, with the chained restless.

Then, turning the bend, off in the distance, beneath a lamppost, I saw Blondee strut across the street, tail all fluffed and distinctive.

Our eyes locked for a moment and my phone rang.

Oceaee had come back home & so would I.