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Aug 20
Ahead of me
In the woods
At dusk like
A big cat
With big eyes,
The future turns
Away and runs
Up the switchbacks
Without a sound
Each paw pressed
Into the spine
Of my anxiousness.
Saw a mountain lion in the woods on 8-15-19 at dusk.
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