I can’t help but care to imagine just exactly the reasons why there was this first night. The sound of a starting gun, triggered that our race was on, with a thick and heavy smell gunpowder our memory scent now. The feline was born and alive she sprang forward in the shadows with her sinking claws all poised to strike. I dare not move she’s too dangerous in this, the radar hour. She cuts the distance in half any movement draws attention the songbirds have gone all quiet heavy eyes have found their mark. In a deafening silence she cornered and captured her prey the pulsing jugular vein there for the taking she sank the first bite tasting the quickened pulse an erotic joy of fire connected us as one. The light quickly fading I lay there helpless ready to accept my fate, but then came a stunned reversal she nursed me back jerking me from the edge. Eyes locked up into eyes, she whispered, “Until next time My precious pet.” And just as quickly as all this got started the girl and her infectious scent simply up and vanished leaving me here exhausted with two very tiny pin pricks.