It will be on a full moon night when it comes for you. First, in a vision wherein you see your own grisly death with eyes plucked from your face and flesh ripped from your body and consumed with barely enough bones left to make a bag for burial.
It will come with the beating of wings.
In the body of an owl and then the legs of a man finally transforming into the twisted torso of a monster.
Annoint yourself with the smoke of cedar bark but even the medicine tree's power alone cannot save you from death.
Keep your blowdart close and the thorn spike coated with poison for the man-owl will not stop until one of you are dead.
Keep dry cornshucks around your window and shoot with your faith for eyesight will fail you when the time comes.
Yessir, 'ol Tom Bigbee stalks them bottoms yessiree he stalks them when the moon is full and the coyote speaks.
Look no owl in the eye and their cry in the day is the cry of death.
Some have described the peacock/woodduck whistle/squeal being heard down on Spencer creek. Could it be 'ol Tom?
Your medicine had best be strong.
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