While resting in my house one night,
Me and my wife in a friendly chat,
We heard a scream like a woman in distress,
The sound of a big mountain cat.
My wife asked, "What was that?"
I answered her quickly with concern,
That was a big mountain cat.
I heard the horses stirring around.
I heard them starting to run.
I got out of my chair, reached above the door
And got my hands on my gun.
I said to my wife, you stay inside
While I go have a look see.
"You be careful," she said as I left,
Showing her concern for me.
I stepped off the porch and looked around.
I waited for another sound from the cat.
I heard some noise in the brush nearby
But couldn't see where he was at.
The moon was full and shining bright
It was easy for me to see.
I saw him standing in a clearing close by,
Staring straight back at me.
He started to leave in a real slow walk,
Then stopped at the edge of the trees.
I raised my 94 and sighted him in,
I gently started to squeeze.
Just before the hammer could fall,
He again walked out of my sight.
I waited awhile for him to return
But he disappeared into the night.
He hasn't returned as far as I know
But I'[m keeping an open eye.
Maybe after this encounter,
Next time he'll just pass us by.
Willie P. 9/24/22 //
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