I sensed I was being watched by an animal.
Human? Probably not; something baser.
Perhaps a rabbit, a rodent or a bird of some sort.
This is the Yukon, if it is something white, it will be difficult to spy.
I stay silent, in one place, slowly moving my head, watching.
Hoping it is not a polar bear; they have huge paws and teeth.
I see the animal’s breath before he appears from a thicket.
A moose elk, apparently unafraid. I take out my camera.
Knowing there is probably one chance.
I am right.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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