Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

he was cute, for a wolf; the stilted manner of his growing body gave him the look of a fox or coyote, though that was not what appealed to jawahir. in truth they had no pull towards either gender, only temperment.
if they found someone who wished a deal be struck, often they would seek a brother or sister to fill the position. there were many. but this boy would be taken for themselves. it was rare to find kindness from his kind—and the jewel would covet it.
further ahead and higher than the angle of their bodies, winged the gulls. there were empty nests scattered within the taller grasses and these were mostly empty, or home to nesting birds who had yet to push their children out.
jawahir looked from the boy to the sky, watching one such juvenile sweep within the air.