outside at 10 pm
with the dogs
a death cry fight
came from the
woods 50
yards out
we all froze
stood motionless
paralyzed with fear
already mourning
something
something fought
something died
in the woods
we think it was
an owl attacking
another feral cat
the terror of the
forest at night
is every fairy tale
illustration of the
dark side that
traumatized childhood
into needing
another glass of water
our woods are
where we live
and sleep
stuck in the pages
of no happily
ever after for
our wildlife
after YouTube
church we’ll take
the tractor to
the crime scene
we, the detectives
of the dark forest
Common Threads 
Kim – Terrifying and beautifully expressed. So true that the fairy tale and the reality are two completely separate things. I know the owl needed to eat, but the death of the small thing is truly terrifying. My husband has told me that he had read about research that said children actually connect with the predator (the strong thing) rather than the prey (the small thing) in fairy tales. I wonder why that is. I have always connected with the small thing.
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That is fascinating to think of which thing we connect with! I canāt help feeling the fear of the small thing.
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