The dog and I spot her refilling the water dish alongside the LA River. Even from a distance it’s obvious that her clothes are worn and in need of washing.
She lingers over the water dish, rinsing it several times before refilling the bottle. Then she pauses to consider the food: the dish overflows with cabbage leaves and the ends of carrots. The woman pauses for a moment to observe the stillness of this bright morning, not even a breeze. She shrugs then turns to walk along the edge of the concrete embankment, toward the park where bags of anonymous belongings poke out from the bushes and a solitary body lies still in his sleeping bag despite the mid-morning sun.
And the bunnies?
“She’s just fattening them up for the coyotes.”
Perhaps. But they’re still better cared for than she.
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