On Being Seen

I was walking down Sunset Mountain when a car slowed beside me. The driver leaned out his window and said a bear was up ahead. “It’s probably fine,” he said. I came upon a yard where a big bear stood in deep shade. I wouldn’t have noticed him without the warning. My instinct was to take a picture but the bear was watching me, so I walked on. A little ways on I felt someone else watching me and looked up into the steady gaze of this little old fellow.