Tiger!

Red paint on the side of the road.  Drips.  Then another.

More.

A trail of blood running down the Gillespie climb.

That's weird.

Ravens in the background.

All alone.

Silence surrounds all but the breath.

A Tiger!

In the bush!

A Tiger!

Wait. Was that a Tiger?

Maybe a Cougar.

Pedal.

Is it wise to ride back that way?

Yes.

Ravens still there.  Still quiet.  Still breathing.

Next time Tiger.



Rest well.