A cold winter night, sky partially lit by the moon casting its shadows. An eerie feeling as a flock of 50 seagulls flies overhead, their silhouettes scattered across the dark blue-black of the sky. Flickering shadows of wolves and coyotes catch my attention as they move in the dark spaces between the trees.
Maybe they’ll eat the bunny.
A pack of neighbourhood dogs emerges from somewhere in my periphery. I turn, and toddling in the middle of the pack is my son, but much too young to be walking, and with far too few clothes for this winter night. I reach down to grasp him, but he’s not there.
I worry about his tiny fingers in the cold…