The sound of hounds under the sycamores pulsed the air.  A fog shadowed the ground, concealing weeds and rocks.  A horn, a phantom sound suspended above, Slithered like a snake over tree tops.  Fence posts boarded the field, like cardboard soldiers locking barbed wire arms.  A brown light of dusk muddied the sky.  Bats easily … More NIGHTLY STROLL