Porch Swing Thinking

I was going to come sit

here on the back porch swing –

this 41st birthday present from

my boyfriend-turned-husband,

15 years ago, so we could sit

after dinner and swing and

do a traffic count

when I lived on a real road –

I was going to come out here

at 3:41 a.m., but there’s a

hungry bobcat on the prowl

right about now

in my woods that somebody

posted on Facebook. They

caught it on their camera

three miles from here, eating

their chickens at 4 a.m..

Which is why our chickens

aren’t here anymore. Nothing

can live out here in the wild.

Which is why I wrote from bed

this morning at dark and waited

until daylight to come out

to write more.

So I sit and think of bobcats

and hawks and wild boars

and coyotes

which all have to


And wicked people

who don’t have to kill to survive.

1 Peter 5:8  

Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.

One Reply to “Porch Swing Thinking”

  1. Interesting! I’ve sat out at odd hours, but I wouldn’t sit out alone at such an hour… I’m not that brave, even on my own property! An apt verse for this post.


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