The woods were still.
Woods at night should be busy. It’s hunting time for the night predators: the owls, the foxes, the bobcats. Gators move from pond to pond at night, panthers prowl for rabbits and rats. Skunks, possums and raccoons are busy at night, too, nosing around to see what scraps they can pick up.
There should have been a Friday-night-in-town-go-to-meeting party down at the hog but the clearing was empty. I knew there was insects at work on the body, that was a given, but none of the regulars had showed up to scavenge.