As I finished my run and turned into the walkway up to my house, I caught the movement before I actually saw him. I mistakenly thought he was a neighbor's cat at first.
And then I saw the beady eyes and knew he was no cat.
Tumbleweeds blew across the dusty street as we stared each other down. Each of us willing the other to make the first move, but neither wanting to actually move.
We weighed and measured each other for strengths and weaknesses. I was bigger, yet he was quicker.
My fingers twitched at the keys in my hand.
After a few tense seconds during which you could hear the strains of a soundtrack from a Western movie, he turned and sauntered off into the darkness of the pre-sunrise morning.
As I passed on my way to the front door, I paused to watch him leave.
Possums may be able to play dead but stare them down long enough and they'll walk off.