The gleaming sun crept over the mountain peak as the cougar prowled the mountainside looking for it's next meal. It merged with the gleaming boulders, and it's sparkling blue eyes pierced the land like a knife. It's sharp claws could rip a rabbit right out of its hole, it's tail was as sleek as a snake. It's fur was like a silk sheet and as warm as a freshly baked batch of rolls. It's small nose could smell something a mile away and its ears could hear the smallest sounds. It spotted a few elk calf's, no sign of the mother. The cougar was ready to pounce but halted when it found that the mother had come back, and it ran off into the jagged rocks.

Bridger K. Hackley