Pack

Pack
Pack

I work from home today… it seems now is the time strange women with their children gather outside the den window of my apartment to await a bus… that doesn’t seem to actually stop here.

Afternoon kindergarten, I would wager, but two school busses drive past them on the inner drive of the complex without stopping.

Still they linger, outside my window. Now more have joined the pack. Ravenous wolves, awaiting their golden yellow feast.

Another bus now, in the opposite direction. They alight. The crowd beneath my window disperses as the young pups clamber to their seats, and the driver pushes on into the gloom.