The Wild Country

Tufted grass edged the trails disappearing into white birch and maple. The warnings were wasted for children are fearless. The old dog followed warily. We heard it first the chittering of feet in fallen crisp leaves, a flash of muted color. We froze - the warnings echoed in the darkening shadows. A chaotic flight of fleeing birds raised goosebumps on our courage. We stumbled to safety the old dog leading the way. Mom treated our bumps and scrapes Scolded us saying: "I told you not to mess With the neighbors cat. John G. Lawless 2/22/2020