Fear Cat

Once I think of the mountain lion,
I cannot unthink her.
She is there,
moving alone down the dusty trail
just like me,
just like each of us.

Her strong tail flickers
from behind each twisted juniper.
I sense her great golden paws,
her white and gleaming teeth.

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