the cougar follows
i know this
our rigid neck hairs
uncontrollably quickening
breath heart pounding
you push close
tightly to my calf
your ears up rigid
we walk slowly
as to not wake chase
birds stop singing
no clip of doe or fawn or buck
all stand frozen
lifted noses quivering
sides dripping dew
i dare not turn to see
none of us run
knowing chase ends
in gnashing fangs
ripping claws
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