Oyster, tears filling his weeping eyes,
sensed something was awry. Fiddle Crabs
swarmed around his helpless, quivering
body. The west wind didn't make matters
better. It's been said animals know when
the jig is up. Anyways, the pack of coyotes
poised on the bluff ready for a plump
evening repast. The Alpha male was ready,
awaiting Oyster's last gasp. Oyser's Master
took one last beach scan, watched as
the pack of coyotes single-file trapsed
down the sandstone bluff. l