Hunters Arrive, for Better or Worse

Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

It seems early, but they’re here.

On the fringes of the neighborhood.

At least they are trying to be considerate.

Staying in the shadows until the school buses are gone.

Quiet. Still.

Politely nodding acknowledgement.

Such throwbacks.

Almost expect them in fringed, beaded buckskins riding painted ponies.

Moving silently, their sudden appearance beside you a surprise.

Mixed feelings about it.

It’s the killing part.

How about picking on something your own size?

 Maybe armed with equal weapons?

Fairness not part of this equation.

Food chain reality.

Demonstration of superior thought and skill.

The hunters are back in town. And truth be told, a little glad to see them.

A couple of cool fronts have already push through to the coast.

The Monarchs and hummingbirds enjoyed the flowers’ final burst of energy before flying on south.

Ducks are arriving and squawking for winter water positions among the boats and docks.

And…

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