Death Doesn't Sound Like It Looks
At first I didn't notice. Most steer look
like the other steer do—hooves, horns, flanks,
minor differences in hide patterns. Took
me by surprise when I saw it. No thanks
to anything but luck, of course. Well, luck
and moonlight. It's not every night you see
fangs protrude from a bovine mouth. It struck
a chord of wrongness in my mind. Off key.
Just not right. But it wasn't until it
looked straight at me that I sensed there was more
than long teeth going on. The truth can hit
like a bullet. The steer stood on its four
legs, then only two. It changed from cattle
to were-beast, and leaped at me. Death rattles.
