Prey

….it’s waiting to score its first kill of the day.


Prey 4

In the seemingly quiet, I listen to nature. I wait on the first crow and other creatures to come alive. It’s still dark and a calm has settled over my world. Out of the blue a dog across the way barks; the air conditioner’s fan kicks on. Waiting on dawn just doesn’t seem to have the same effect. The maples turn, early signs of fall, and a flock of geese get ready for their journey. I love to watch nature’s instincts, especially vultures circling high above, looking for prey. God shines light for them to hunt.

Closer tPreyo home, I’m inundated with the nuisances of wildlife. The neighborhood is quiet and tranquil. Lingering like Satan himself, a pesky darn cat dressed in black never sleeps in the night; looking for its first prey, my naked eye barely sees his corralling like a cougar. At first glance, things seem normal in the morning. God grants me another anointed day of life.

On my back porch though, the flower box tells a different story. Broken stems reveal where he (or it) had bedded down; keeping a watchful eye on the innocent birds as they wake to enjoy their morning. The black cat preys quietly under the porch. Unbeknownst to man, it’s waiting to score its first kill of the day. Prey 3

Leaving little left but a carcass, it’s too late. An innocent bird, a mother or maybe an offspring, is eaten as if by a vulture. Shooing the varmint, it runs away; while jumping the fence it laughs at me, “I got another one!”

Aren’t there some people who do the same? Preying like a vulture? It makes me wonder…. are we no better? Is our instinct to kill? I thought God made us better than that! They’re likened to vultures on a branch…. waiting on its next victim. Maybe it’s time to take evasive action.

Prey 2

I quietly watch as people’s actions and unscrupulous minds linger, just like my neighborhood cougar; sneaking and creeping under the bushes, trying to attack that which it can. Even my neighbor’s dog shows more respect for life.

This cuddly creature, like a little fur ball lying on the couch waiting to be pet, becomes another story once you kick them out into the wild blue yonder. So sad…. aren’t there those that are much the same? Are we no different than a cat with no conscience? I wonder….

Those who look for only the meek
Want to capitalize as if they’re weak.
God is watching…..

 

Author: Dana Bicks LLC, Author

What you are reading on my website is the result of a miracle from God. I am not a writer, though I am a messenger. God took a very dyslexic guy from Severna Park, Maryland, who never read or wrote a thing, and told me I was going to write messages to share with others. I do not have a degree, and English was my poorest subject. Trust me, it's only through God that I write. As you read, understand that we all have the ability to receive the gifts that Christ would like us to have, gifts from God. It happened to me, it can happen to you. Let God enter your soul and rule your spirit!

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