I see you.
Scouting.
You’re alone. But I know the rest waits just in the distance.
I’ve been spotted, but not for long.
I hide in the bush
Watching you.
Eyes fixated on the predator in front of me.
The air tightens.
The possibility of being seen sharpens my senses.
You starve for purity; your teeth itch to pierce something fresh.
I’m just out of your reach, as you sniff the air, finding my scent.
I hear the crunch of sand beneath your weight as you draw near.
This isn’t the first time I’ve almost been pinned.
A feint. A turn you can’t follow.
This will be the last you hear me.