The air is cool and brisk. The clouds obscured the moon, giving the forest a mysterious tone. The breeze swept by ruffling the tree's pine needles. The dirt was soft, but not muddy. The grass sprouting up from the earth, breaking the surface because of the newly fallen rain. The smell of nature and its life is strong and the silence adds to the serenity. A perfect day for hunting. My silent footsteps lead me along the path of tracks -cougar. I creep slyly through the undergrowth. He could be anywhere; the tracks are fresh, newly pressed paw prints into the soft surface.
And there he is! I barely breathe. The beauty of the wildcat is wondrous. I inch closer. His tail flicks. I freeze; his gaze turns towards me. He doesn't see me, but he can smell me. I look into the deep eyes of swirling blue. Harmony hangs in the peaceful eyes, although the ears are perked up in alert. He turns his head again and slowly turns to saunter away. I creep closer… *Snap* a twig had been under my heel. The cougar swivels his head around, now all of his senses are on the look out. He sees me, and stares. I stare back I carefully lower my head in respect, a thing I do for the honor of nature. I raze my face again, and he is gone. The owl hoots his song of wisdom through the listening darkness. I sigh and turn back towards home. Another night's hunting, successful.

*Note: If you don't understand, the person was hunting for an experience with the wildlife of nature.