Back from an early appointment, back from a
treat meal out, we ramble down the farm field road by the river,
as I show him the shed the Marten lives
beneath,
the Killdeer assiduously protecting their small
ruffled young,
the enormous sharp tracks of a deer that bounded across the
fields in the night.
Above us, shimmering , stretch the almost-rain
clouds, the sun peering out from beneath.
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