Zoomorphic Magazine (2016)

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Or in the night, imagining some fear
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

 – Shakespeare. “A Midsummer’s Night Dream”

The rain had started before bedtime. Now in the dark of night, it whipped itself into a full out storm; heavy drops pounded the shingled roof of the three-sided lean-to and wind snapped the tent fly we had hung over the front opening. With each gust the fly billowed, launching a light spray onto our sleeping bags and faces. Between lightning flashes the dark was so thorough it seemed solid.

With everything but our imagination drowned out by the beating rain we strained our ears, listening for the bears…

Read the rest here:  The Imagined Bear