Happy Halloween to you and yours!
If you were sauntering along the quarter-mile path we made to meander through our back woods, just as you reached the bottom, first you’d see the big bench we built down there. It’s where we like to sit and dream (a lot) and cry (sometimes) and watch the shy wood thrushes (my favorite bird). Then, you might gasp in horror and scream as you espy this fellow on the old dead stump to your right.
Yes, be afraid. Be very afraid.
Who is he? I’ll leave it to you to decide. Is he that errant hunter who shot his gun just a little too close to our house? Is he the tourist from Charlotte who owns the million dollar vacation house near us and thinks that entitles him to trespass on anyone’s land because he is a Big Shot? Is he the guy I caught stealing my ginseng?
Only the animals and trees and spirits of the forest know for sure. And they’re not telling. And neither shall I. Bwaahahahaha!