this morning #138.

this morning, he was out feeding the rabbits when he heard a rustling on the other side of the tall wooden fence behind the cabin. out here in the mountain valley, bears were the least of his concern. he had to keep a constant eye out for the large felines stalking his western woods. go get the gun from the shed. protect the family. keep the rabbits from becoming a caged bobcat breakfast. it was too cold to be sweating but he was. nobody wants to get all scratched up & munched on by a desperate cat. with the rifle cocked & a cocksure walk, he listened & moved toward the gate. he moved forward slow, moved forward with hate. in the end, he moved forward much too late.