It was a crisp April morning
on a spring mountain trip
with the family.
After a short hike my wife asked,
“Do you ever just stop and
listen to your surroundings?”
I said, “Yes, of course.
However, I can’t say the same
for those loud-ass birds.”
Afterwards, I brought up primitive camping,
My wife was not interested one iota.
She started spewing falsities such as,
“We’ll get murdered out there.
That’s where the serial killers are.”
I said, “Stop! Don’t do that.
Don’t generalize and try to place
certain groups in specific pegs.
That’s just tacky.”
I let out a king’s breath of
confidence before continuing,
“There are also child molesters out there.”