Early Morning on Afton Mtn: Quote 9/19/12
I slowly twisted down through the old
Swannanoah Golf Course road
and out onto the little 2 lane mtn. road
I passed the old apple orchard with skeletons
of ancient apple trees slowly making their descent
down though the swale, where they're never seen again.
Everything was of another time and the barns and sheds
had all given up hope of ever sheltering another harvest.
The 300SD swings into the first of a tight 'S' turn
on a downward run and I keep the right wheel on gravel
in case there's an icy spot waiting.
I slow even more and then have to stop completely
when I see a foggy shadow on the left-hand side
My jaw dropped; it was a magnificent Bobcat!
He was just standing there, watching me intently.
He had gorgeous black-tipped ear tufts and
his bob-tail was as alert as his ears.
His coloring was perfect for the woods
and the orchard both.
We just stared at one another through the fog;.
I finally remembered to close my mouth.
Finally, out sheer boredom with my presence,
he let out a loud, curdling scream to remind me
this was his territory.
I meekly let the car roll past him,
the diesel keeping an even rpm as I
tried not to stare and anger him more.
Did he think of me later?
Was he as disgusted
as I was enthalled?