Outcry

The trigger was pulled again. The music of the sea was troubled by the blow of the shot. The flight of the little birds shook the reed bed. The dog brought back the prey. In the soft, slippery sand the sound of boots was hidden. The shore birds returned to the shade of the reeds. Throughout the darkness sharp cries were jumbling the sleep of the elements. The lone bird left behind was calling its mate from beyond the marsh...