Late morning Catoctin forest
Below an outcropping of granite boulders
Towering Poplars, trunks black from last night’s rain
Grew amazingly true to the sky

Fantastic decay scents loaded the cool moist air
Scanning at a glance I sensed something
In an area a bit up-mountain from my usual patch
Unexpectedly, he appeared

The scene was green and black
The moment was still, silent and tense
I wondered what would happen next
I knew he was acutely aware
From a crouched position
He pretended not to notice me
Standing tall, slowly turned away
Deliberately moved down-mountain from me

I resumed the day

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