Sensed Him Before I Saw Him

I sensed him before I saw him. Felt his heavy hot breath on the back of my neck. I knew he would be large. I turned; he was enormous. Darker than I imagined a nine-foot grizzly bear. I had always thought they were dark brown. This was one black as a patent leather shoe. He had a roar that would knock a train off its tracks. Knowing this I roared first. My roar came from the hallows of hell. He gave me a look of pure fear, hesitated a minute, then turned and ran off. On four legs, not on two. Never to return. I am thrilled to say I can outroar a grizzly if I have to.