confound these unlucky clothes or my morning walk
Went down to the river this morning,
There was ice on the grass and leaves,
But the sun was shining
I could hear the drops falling as it melted
The same puddle under the bridge was crisscrossed with ice
I walked on
Absorbed in the happy observation of wetlands that had all filled back up
And in tracks,
The tiniest set led up to the edge of a puddle
When suddenly a crashing of branches and the belly flopping splash of something big leaping into the swamp
I could hear it swim away but I couldn't see it,
Probably a deer or large boar,
I looked down at myself,
I wasn't wearing my lucky sweatshirt,
Dog gone it!
Small Sounds
An unfinished thought...
The tiny sound of wings beating in fright,
Of dew dripping that froze in the night,
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