It was getting dark.
It felt hot.
I heard a scream. It was loud.
There were several more. Louder, they became louder.
My skin crawled in dread.
It was a fox, surely, nothing more than the mating call of a vixen,
Screaming as she was taken by her mate.
Over and over again.
Filling the evening air
With her harsh shriek.
Setting my teeth on edge.
But wait –
I was wrong.
It was the TV.
My husband was watching the second round of the
Ladies at Wimbledon…..
Sharapova fell to Larcher de Brito.
I got up and had a bath.
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