Had I not happened to glance directly at her, I might have never noticed her there, neatly couched in a bed of grass. Does she know I'm watching? Would she run if she did? I wonder, too, if these life and death games of hide and seek are taken in routine stride, or rather, an insurmountable barrier to a life of total bliss. I wish I could tell her that I'm no owl or bobcat, no threat to her rest and playful romps. Her nose twitches. Her ears lay back. I walk away at a casual pace.
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