SHE

The day was beautiful, the day we met…the sky clear, the temperature just the right cool, with not a hint of wind.
I looked to my left and there she was, watching me. Our eyes met and locked.  Neither of us moved, she like a statue and I rooted like a tree.
Her eyes gave away nothing, no fear, no surprise, no assessment.  My eyes were the same as we watched each other, unblinking, waiting.  Two beings in an ageless relationship,  the most intimate of all relationships, life or death.
Neither of us would move until a decision was made. She was hunting, as I was. She for her family and me for mine.  We have been enemies, she and I, since our beginnings. The fleeting thought passed through my mind that it was to nice a day to die.  She caught my indecision and blinked in agreement.
As the light in my eyes softened she turned and started away in that stiff-legged trot wolves have.  After a few steps, she stopped, looked back at me with her yellow eyes and expressionless face, just long enough to tell me, “Enjoy the day, human.”

Marshall Warren