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It
's
fall
coming
,
I
kept
thinking
,
fall
coming
;
just
like
that
was
the
strangest
thing
ever
happened
.
Fall
.
Right
outside
here
it
was
spring
a
while
back
,
then
it
was
summer
,
and
now
it
's
fall
--
that
's
sure
a
curious
idea
.
I
realized
I
still
had
my
eyes
shut
.
I
had
shut
them
when
I
put
my
face
to
the
screen
,
like
I
was
scared
to
look
outside
.
Now
I
had
to
open
them
.
I
looked
out
the
window
and
saw
for
the
first
time
how
the
hospital
was
out
in
the
country
.
The
moon
was
low
in
the
sky
over
the
pastureland
;
the
face
of
it
was
scarred
and
scuffed
where
it
had
just
torn
up
out
of
the
snarl
of
scrub
oak
and
madrone
trees
on
the
horizon
.
The
stars
up
close
to
the
moon
were
pale
;
they
got
brighter
and
braver
the
farther
they
got
out
of
the
circle
of
light
ruled
by
the
giant
moon
.
It
called
to
mind
how
I
noticed
the
exact
same
thing
when
I
was
off
on
a
hunt
with
Papa
and
the
uncles
and
I
lay
rolled
in
blankets
Grandma
had
woven
,
lying
off
a
piece
from
where
the
men
hunkered
around
the
fire
as
they
passed
a
quart
jar
of
cactus
liquor
in
a
silent
circle
.
I
watched
that
big
Oregon
prairie
moon
above
me
put
all
the
stars
around
it
to
shame
.
I
kept
awake
watching
,
to
see
if
the
moon
ever
got
dimmer
or
if
the
stars
got
brighter
,
till
the
dew
commenced
to
drift
onto
my
cheeks
and
I
had
to
pull
a
blanket
over
my
head
.
Something
moved
on
the
grounds
down
beneath
my
window
--
cast
a
long
spider
of
shadow
out
across
the
grass
as
it
ran
out
of
sight
behind
a
hedge
.
When
it
ran
back
to
where
I
could
get
a
better
look
,
I
saw
it
was
a
dog
,
a
young
,
gangly
mongrel
slipped
off
from
home
to
find
out
about
things
went
on
after
dark
.
He
was
sniffing
digger
squirrel
holes
,
not
with
a
notion
to
go
digging
after
one
but
just
to
get
an
idea
what
they
were
up
to
at
this
hour
.
He
'd
run
his
muzzle
down
a
hole
,
butt
up
in
the
air
and
tail
going
,
then
dash
off
to
another
.
The
moon
glistened
around
him
on
the
wet
grass
,
and
when
he
ran
he
left
tracks
like
dabs
of
dark
paint
spattered
across
the
blue
shine
of
the
lawn
.
Galloping
from
one
particularly
interesting
hole
to
the
next
,
he
became
so
took
with
what
was
coming
off
--
the
moon
up
there
,
the
night
,
the
breeze
full
of
smells
so
wild
makes
a
young
dog
drunk
--
that
he
had
to
lie
down
on
his
back
and
roll
.
He
twisted
and
thrashed
around
like
a
fish
,
back
bowed
and
belly
up
,
and
when
he
got
to
his
feet
and
shook
himself
a
spray
came
off
him
in
the
moon
like
silver
scales
.
He
sniffed
all
the
holes
over
again
one
quick
one
,
to
get
the
smells
down
good
,
then
suddenly
froze
still
with
one
paw
lifted
and
his
head
tilted
,
listening
.
I
listened
too
,
but
I
could
n't
hear
anything
except
the
popping
of
the
window
shade
.
I
listened
for
a
long
time
.
Then
,
from
a
long
way
off
,
I
heard
a
high
,
laughing
gabble
,
faint
and
coming
closer
.
Canada
honkers
going
south
for
the
winter
.
I
remembered
all
the
hunting
and
belly-crawling
I
'd
ever
done
trying
to
kill
a
honker
,
and
that
I
never
got
one
.
I
tried
to
look
where
the
dog
was
looking
to
see
if
I
could
find
the
flock
,
but
it
was
too
dark
.
The
honking
came
closer
and
closer
till
it
seemed
like
they
must
be
flying
right
through
the
dorm
,
right
over
my
head
.
Then
they
crossed
the
moon
--
a
black
,
weaving
necklace
,
drawn
into
a
V
by
that
lead
goose
.
For
an
instant
that
lead
goose
was
right
in
the
center
of
that
circle
,
bigger
than
the
others
,
a
black
cross
opening
and
closing
,
then
he
pulled
his
V
out
of
sight
into
the
sky
once
more
.
I
listened
to
them
fade
away
till
all
I
could
hear
was
my
memory
of
the
sound
.
The
dog
could
still
hear
them
a
long
time
after
me
.
He
was
still
standing
with
his
paw
up
;
he
had
n't
moved
or
barked
when
they
flew
over
.
When
he
could
n't
hear
them
any
more
either
,
he
commenced
to
lope
off
in
the
direction
they
had
gone
,
toward
the
highway
,
loping
steady
and
solemn
like
he
had
an
appointment
.
I
held
my
breath
and
I
could
hear
the
flap
of
his
big
paws
on
the
grass
as
he
loped
;
then
I
could
hear
a
car
speed
up
out
of
a
turn
.
The
headlights
loomed
over
the
rise
and
peered
ahead
down
the
highway
.
I
watched
the
dog
and
the
car
making
for
the
same
spot
of
pavement
.
The
dog
was
almost
to
the
rail
fence
at
the
edge
of
the
grounds
when
I
felt
somebody
slip
up
behind
me
.
Two
people
.
I
did
n't
turn
,
but
I
knew
it
was
the
black
boy
named
Geever
and
the
nurse
with
the
birthmark
and
the
crucifix
.
I
heard
a
whir
of
fear
start
up
in
my
head
.
The
black
boy
took
my
arm
and
pulled
me
around
.
"
I
'll
get
'
im
,
"
he
says
.
"
It
's
chilly
at
the
window
there
,
Mr.
Bromden
,
"
the
nurse
tells
me
.
"
Do
n't
you
think
we
'd
better
climb
back
into
our
nice
toasty
bed
?
"
