Caterwauling
Her small two-story
white, balloon-framed house
sits on hundreds of acres
in Colorado, which has
been
in her family for generations.
She’s single, senior years,
alone, but not lonely.
One night, she hears
a sound that seems
to run up her spine.
A shrieking sound,
like a woman in distress.
She knows it’s a mountain
lion.
She prays for her alpacas,
her geese,
her goats, her Anatolian shepherd.
In the morning she goes
out.
Chisolm greets her with innocent
eyes
and wagging tail. He had
done his job.
Her animals are safe. She
thanks God
for her life in which she
is joyfully engaged.
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