Through the bushes, the shape appeared to disappear. It was a man, I was almost sure of it. I crashed through the branches, hot on the trail but found only a kitten in my path. As confused as I was, I picked it up, took him home, fed it,  loved it, and let it cuddle next to me until morning.
By then it began to rain and it seemed silly to return to the woods. I wondered if the man was still out there. Soaked? Without human warmth?