Here in this place, on the edge of the vast lands of the High
Hadley Fields, in summer and winter, the wildlife walk along a path that skirts
the woods.
Far down below runs a stream, rich and clean, still.
Come winter,
you can see the indelible tracks of coyote of all ages and sizes, deer, and the
smaller mammals too, making their way near the brush, in the event that they
need to disappear quickly in the camouflage, of the stark winter trunks and
limbs, or the lush greenery of summer.
Before the time of ticks in all uncut
grasses, I used to wander along this path, especially in winter when the
activities of wildlife are so visible, and try to imagine what it is like to
live your entire life, trying hard to stay invisible to , for the most part
, one species only.
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