Resting in the Country

One night
The Cat was looking intently out the window.

I moved so I could see what he saw. A dark shadow about the size of a cat was moving in a tree just out the widow from where we were sleeping. When I could see the silhouette of the head I knew it was a possum.

There is a light outside and so you can see the entire yard and it was raining and dark except for that. The rain drops that were sticking on the tree were shining like stars where the light hit them. I find the country relaxing except when I'm alone thinking about bigfoot ;-)

Quote: "Quando Omni flunkus, moratadi" -Sacred oath of the Possum Lodge (When all else fails, play dead.)