It started with the scat we found at the edge of the woods.
Chatter about the size, moving it around with a stick when he bent low to smell, something I could never do.
Looking around we found it was a stop in movement, we followed.
Deep claw marks, swishes of tail going around trees, clumps of rotting wood.
A stop at the deer carcass to take a pee, remind everyone it was his, whoever he was.
Was it fox, coyote, wolf or was it all stepping in the track, hunting for a feast?
Where the tracks crossed with a deer we decided to sit down in the snow.
There, out of the corner of my eye! A nest. Organized, low, abandoned.
We picked it apart pieces sticking to our mitts.
Look at that bump on the branch up high. No over there, it’s shaped like a turtle!
I couldn’t see because it looked like a dead possum, resting in the crook.
She couldn’t see because it was a mountain, growing.
*using the Write Alm prompt from a few days ago, keep a record