Catamount

Crouched in the center of my sight
The cougar treed at Crawford Springs
Still whips his dogged tail down and waits for me.
Light moves like leaves along his side,
His eyes among the shadows hide,
The beast controls the swinging of his tail.
I dragged the hounds home years ago,
Thinking myself most righteous then.
But I was running nearly all the way,
That Hades-heavy half of man
Astride me all the time I ran,
Lashing the air behind me with his tail.