Werefox Vaquero--hunting by singularity

   
   "Werefox Vaquero--hunting by singularity"
  
   The Moon was waning, not completely meaning dim things; on the contrary, a kind culmination; moreover, resulting in possible transformation--Ela really didn't give a darn, for anything at any time resides on the horizontal horizon, like getting mugged in an alley if you're in your 20's and living in Washington during the grunge rage in the 1990's, having gone into that alley in order to puke up some carbonated alcoholic beverage ordered from the lesbian beer princess before she is nowadays more generally accepted--perhaps we have made progress as a country.
   Ela didn't blame the two teams in Washington, nor the Special Interests, for there was always a spark of hope, and she was glad tax dollars went to pay for a NASA toilet seat--she liked astronauts.
   But the American West, the way of any ideal, even Asian Monks without revolvers, buzz-cut, and armed to the max, wearing maybe perhaps a shiny shuriken on a silver necklace under their STAR WARS t-shirt.  American Indians harnessing the Earth.  Cowboys and quick-draws.  A Miner with a pony.  A Banker.  Bar Owner.  Prostitute.  Franciscan Priest.  Dogs on dirt streets.  A pharmacy where you could get anything, yet more importantly--what you needed to survive.  Sure pharmaceutical companies ban natural substances that heal with more medicamental swift than chem-lab constructed drugs, both which can kill--though some less than others, yet finances and money usually dictate the legal protocols, and we brag of capitalism, yet it all seemed like a bad idea to her.  Though knowing the Western Parks still stood, and that America gave a Bill of Rights to all people--it seemed, honest after all.
    Conflict and counterpoise.  A perpetual struggle.  Impressing.  Ashamed corporeally, in any way.  She just knew to look over her shoulder, for everybody is wacky and weird.
  She stripped down, gently.  Morphed into the Kit Fox.  Scrambled on all-fours, making a mercurial adjustment.  Found a mouse.  It saved on groceries.