dogs barked all night long…gun shots too…they seemed to be interspersed…some beasts would howl at the moon and as soon as they was done you’d hear them guns go off…it was like one effected the other…dogs scared of gun shots…men afraid of wild dogs…both of ’em ran in packs…

and there was voices…crazed Southern talk goin’ back and forth amongst men…they didn’t even bother whisperin’…just talked to one another like they was killin’ time or somethin’…weren’t worried ’bout bein’ heard…

they were out there…man and beast…carryin’ on like an old married couple…arguin’ with gutteral growls and bullets bein’ shot into the air…don’t know if the men were particularly tryin’ to hit anything…raccoons…coyotes…not sure…they just liked to hear their guns go off…

sun came up and there was no more gun fire…no more dogs barkin’…men had stopped talkin’…stopped shoutin’ at each other…it was just a silence…a dead quiet in the mornin’ fog…

was I dreamin’…