Friday, October 20, 2006
I felt their eyes before I actually saw them. Eyes that gleamed with hunger and the thrill of the hunt. From across the pond, our eyes locked, and I knew, oh yes, I knew ... the hunt was on.
I dashed through the willow swamp, zigging and zagging, hoping to lose them in the brush.
It worked ... partially, the yellow beast fell behind ...
... but the black one was relentless. Nose down, she tracked my spoor through swamp, woods, and palmetto. I ran on ...
Breathless, I chose a hiding spot behind a fat cabbage palm. She eased closer, and closer, her hunter's senses tracking my every step.
I cowered in my concealment, she was close enough to touch. Her nose was still down taking in my scent. Should I stay hidden or make a run for it ?
Slowly she raised her nose from the ground and looked directly at me.
It was over ... I knew what would happen next ...
... the victory roll / obligatory belly rub!