Safe

The bones lay scattered in the clearing, chalk white against the soft browns and greens of pine needles, leaves, and grass.

It had been a deer, and something had definitely killed and eaten it here in an undisturbed part of the forest.

This was supposed to be a safe place, a protected place, surrounded by high fences, a gate house, and an active HOA. This forest was civilized and soft, orderly and tame.

But here among the trees, was the truth of the matter.

You might can keep out the humans, but Mother Nature does not live by the HOA.