I saw him crouched in the short grass.

Exposed.

His cover and camouflage blown by an ambitious someone with a lawnmower trying to make a few extra dollars.

The groceries I had hunted and gathered went spilling onto the floor as I hit the brakes in an attempt to get a better look.

A better look at the stone that suddenly seemed to have a feline face and lured me in even as I, in a burst of misplaced bravado, thought I was the one doing the discovering and the stalking.

Imagined myself the predator, not realizing I was the prey.

Cars behind and to the side of me, continued on oblivious as cans of cat food rattled under my seat, containers of yogurt threatened a mutiny and I rounded the corner without braking in an attempt to regain my edge and sneak up on him one more time from behind while he watched for me from the side.