Staring Into the Eyes of a Mountain Lion

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ion was a far more noble way to go than being shot by some criminal thug in a big city back alley. Or by car accident or plane crash. He would rather be eaten by a wild lion than by cancer.</p><p id="6be9">The mountain lion was perfectly still except for its whiskers and the hairs at the tops of its ears being blown by the hot desert wind. Its eyes never blinked.</p><p id="4eaf">The lion’s beauty was overwhelming. As he continued staring into the lion’s eyes tingles began coursing through his body. They were not tingles of fear but rather tingles of pure ecstatic joy. He was overcome with an intense love for the lion. A lone tear rolled down his weathered cheek.</p><p id="c8fc">And then he smiled at the lion.</p><p id="ce27">The mountain lion’s lower jaw dropped slightly but no sound issued forth from its mouth.</p><p id="9b2b">His joy and his love for the lion seemed to explode from his chest in a beam of energy that flowed towards the beautiful creature. The joy seemed to last forever.</p><p id="0ccf">Abruptly, the mountain lion turned and walked away. Seeing the lion from the side, he saw that its belly was quite full. Perhaps he was spared because the lion had just eaten and simply was not hungry. Or maybe the lion could feel his love…</p><p id="0454">After the lion was long gone he dropped to his knees and uncontrollably wept tears of pure love and joy.</p><p id="1f38">Seeing a mountain lion in the wild was the last thing on his bucket list that he had not yet experienced. And now he had. He could now die a happy and fu

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lfilled man.</p><p id="5b50">But as the unrelenting wind dried his tears he wondered if perhaps the mountain lion was telling him that it was not yet time.</p><p id="7001"><i>Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction.</i> <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"><b>Writings of White Feather</b></a></p><p id="fce9"><i>More inspiring flash fiction:</i></p><div id="45a1" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-smiling-office-angel-a41c6a3104c4"> <div> <div> <h2>The Smiling Office Angel</h2> <div><h3>A tale of non-conventional ‘office culture.’</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*xheHbGZT0UrTmqNh5AihmA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="b727" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/a-final-tree-hug-c656ed58ab58"> <div> <div> <h2>A Final Tree Hug</h2> <div><h3>A big city good-bye</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*SI15pVMZgdWot9C80mq5zw.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

And releasing all fear

His windswept face was hard and cracked, much like the ground under his boots. The trees all around him were short and stunted as though huddled close to the ground for protection from the relentless wind. He heard no birds.

Other than the wind, all he heard was the sound of his footsteps as he walked. His mind was silent. All thoughts had left him several miles back.

He no longer had a destination. He was merely walking.

When a mountain lion appeared he stopped in his tracks.

The mountain lion had walked out from behind a boulder. It, too, stopped in its tracks.

He stared into the lion’s eyes and the lion stared back into his eyes. There was an initial jolt of fear but that dissipated as he kept stared into the lion’s eyes. The lion was no more than twenty-five feet in front of him. If he were to turn and run for his life the lion could catch up to him in a matter of seconds. He had no gun or knife on him; no weapons at all. If the mountain lion decided to eat him for lunch there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

He surrendered to that. Fear served no purpose. If he was about to experience his death then so be it. Death by mountain lion was a far more noble way to go than being shot by some criminal thug in a big city back alley. Or by car accident or plane crash. He would rather be eaten by a wild lion than by cancer.

The mountain lion was perfectly still except for its whiskers and the hairs at the tops of its ears being blown by the hot desert wind. Its eyes never blinked.

The lion’s beauty was overwhelming. As he continued staring into the lion’s eyes tingles began coursing through his body. They were not tingles of fear but rather tingles of pure ecstatic joy. He was overcome with an intense love for the lion. A lone tear rolled down his weathered cheek.

And then he smiled at the lion.

The mountain lion’s lower jaw dropped slightly but no sound issued forth from its mouth.

His joy and his love for the lion seemed to explode from his chest in a beam of energy that flowed towards the beautiful creature. The joy seemed to last forever.

Abruptly, the mountain lion turned and walked away. Seeing the lion from the side, he saw that its belly was quite full. Perhaps he was spared because the lion had just eaten and simply was not hungry. Or maybe the lion could feel his love…

After the lion was long gone he dropped to his knees and uncontrollably wept tears of pure love and joy.

Seeing a mountain lion in the wild was the last thing on his bucket list that he had not yet experienced. And now he had. He could now die a happy and fulfilled man.

But as the unrelenting wind dried his tears he wondered if perhaps the mountain lion was telling him that it was not yet time.

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