Feast

I lay still, newspaper clad & cold,
a bacon scrap in hand.
He is so timid this fox, so thin...
I wake from dreams of dogs, hungry. @130story

The days were getting shorter, but all that would soon change as the solstice approached. It was a time for sacrifice and eating. @130story

He had faith. And he welcomed the technology that could genetically recreate Christ. But he was sick of the taste. Every Sunday. @130story