{"id":15343,"date":"2016-02-22T05:14:07","date_gmt":"2016-02-22T10:14:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/faithfilledmom.com\/?p=15343"},"modified":"2016-02-21T14:23:57","modified_gmt":"2016-02-21T19:23:57","slug":"fear-february-22-2016-daily-reflection","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/faithfilledmom.com\/fear-february-22-2016-daily-reflection\/","title":{"rendered":"Fear, February 22, 2016 Daily Reflection"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Writing\"

Writing<\/p><\/div>\n

Yesterday, my son needed to write a poem for his English class. In order to help him he suggested we have a write off. \u00a0We wrote separately but in the same room. He would tell me the action of the line and we would each write our own version. I must admit his poem was very good, short and to the point! Mine was much more detailed. Let me know what you think:<\/p>\n

He walked through the bowels of the silent forest,<\/p>\n

Feet avoiding the deep puddles that remained from the storm that had just passed overhead.<\/p>\n

Mind focused on his next meal,<\/p>\n

Stomach growling from emptiness,<\/p>\n

Continued through the wet trees,<\/p>\n

Stops suddenly and senses a presence before him,<\/p>\n

Stealthy, slinks, silently forward towards his victim<\/p>\n

Sight blurred, then into focus the white of the fur appears in the near distance<\/p>\n

It slowly and methodically glances back and locks eyes with him<\/p>\n

In a flight of mad fury the white has streaked beneath the forest brush running for its life<\/p>\n

At once he leapt, drops of the rain falling to the muddy ground, into the brush landed his talons, cold, and sharp into the white fur of his prey.<\/p>\n

Cleaning his teeth on the bark of the tree he sprinted towards a creek that flowed nearby<\/p>\n

He lapped up the water mixing it with the blood and the fur of his prey, swallowing hard he felt his stomach pains begin to subside but there was still room.<\/p>\n

Pausing in the silence he listened sensing something close by.<\/p>\n

Instead of stalking his prey he became the stalked.<\/p>\n

His eyes locked on the approaching predator, his mind racing for a place to run, frozen he begins to shake and panic.<\/p>\n

In this moment life or death will be decided.<\/p>\n

He chooses life, to fight for the chance to survive.<\/p>\n

One step backwards and it advanced, the dance had begun,<\/p>\n

He jumped and sprinted between the trees through the underbrush, his breathe heard, his feet hitting the wet ground and behind him the sound of the hunt. Running in a race for his life\u2026<\/p>\n

Copyright 2016 Lori Hadorn-Disselkamp<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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