When some of us, those of us with a healthy respect for the Supernatural, say  the Cornish Prayer one would assume we are saying it to protect us from the   ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggety beasties that look like this:

Or maybe this:

without having actually seen this creatures legs, I’m assuming they are very long and can move very fast.

That’s not why I said the Cornish Prayer last night.

Last night my son sent me these pictures and without even thinking about it, I said the prayer with feeling and conviction.  That’s my fancy way of saying I really meant it.

That’s right, I thought it was haunting and scary  to see sweet little deer playing in a cemetery in the middle of the night.

It’s not the macabre or the dark or the things that call it home that give me the chills- I get the chills when the day to day world shows up in an unexpected place,  takes off it’s mask, shows me it’s real face and dares me to ask what is going on. That frightens me more then any ghost, goblin or beastie.

For RDP Wednesday: BEAST