Looming 

Although

I’ve never seen nor

Heard her

When traipsing

Upon my nearby

Mountain among

Sumac blooming and

Fields singing jagged

Stones,

Something in me knows

There’s a sleek

And muscled 

Cougar hidden,

Prowling behind

Boulders big as cars—

In silence yes she’s stalking,

Creeping slowly, always

Looming and then,

With uneasy

Shallow breathing,

I’m bound for safety

Where my truck is waiting

And for the mildness

Of home,

Where with luck,

(And uneaten)

I’ll soon be

Drinking coffee

Chuckling 

At my folly, content

With this desire

For all that’s woven

Wild and unseen.