A Matter of Perspective

Weretoad and I went for a walk in the woods a moment ago.  It’s very dark and frigid out.  Snow blankets the forest and, because of the temperature, very little seemed to stir.  I brought an apple as an offering.  I prayed silently, asking/thanking the Spirits for their wisdom.  Suddenly we heard inhuman shrieking in the distance.  We stood and listened as a creature died.

Weretoad turned to me and said, “Someone isn’t having a good night.”

I thought for a moment, then said, “Someone is.”

Death is part of the forest and the carnivores need to eat too.

I’m thinking about going into the woods tomorrow while it is still light.  I would like to see if I can figure out what screamed.  Morbid, I know, but I am curious.

Published by M. A. Phillips

An author and Druid living in Northern NY.

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