Wandering Central Park at 2 AM

I walk around late at night.

I live uptown, so I often wind up rambling through the north end of Central Park.

I'm by the pond looking out at the ducks sleeping, typing on my phone in the spring cold.

Two summers ago I walked by here and heard a rustling. I stopped, and saw someone there, in the bush.

I just stood there looking and I guess he was too, but I couldn't tell. It was a strange standoff. I said nothing, nor did he.

"Go ahead." he said. It was a kind voice.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Go."

So I did.

As I headed away I heard a savage move in the bushes and turned around.

This guy ran out, all beard and hair and giant coat, grabbed a goose by the neck, swung it around his head twice, and ran back into the bushes.

I wonder if there is a subculture of homeless hunters in NYC.

Wrote this from my phone in the park.

What's that in the bush?

Nyuck.