conservation

The Mountain Lion Saga

Gazing at a single track imprinted in the sand I tried to imagine the beast that made it.  My concentration was broken by the bark of a hound that worked the mountain side.  I stared past the dogs to an outcrop of rocks at the top of the mountain.  My eyes strained as I searched for him, but my efforts were useless.  A single thought raced through my mind “Could he see me?”