I am a daughter of the moon.
Night wild, free.
I run with puma;
I scream; I howl,
Moonstruck, blood borne.
My neighbor walked out her door to find a female puma lying in her lawn. The puma arose and ambled away. At night when I stop my vehicle to open my drive gate, I wonder if she lurks behind the juniper tree, pounce ready. My daughter dreams puma dreams: a puma chases her up a tree. It does not matter that there are no trees here big enough to climb. When I hike the canyon or stoll around the house, I search for puma tracks. I find none. A Zuni puma fetish crouches, guarding my sleep. I would rather die by puma than in a car wreck.
Photo copyright of E.J. Peiker.
2 thoughts on “Puma Passion”
I love the photo to go along with your wonderful post!
I still love the lines “my daughter dreams puma dreams” and of course, that closing clincher of a line. Great photo. Beautiful to see this up.