Larry Kilham Blog
Walking in the the wild can lead to unexpected encounters. Consider what actually happened to me recently:
I saw two coyotes crossing a snowy field.
They stopped and looked at me
and seemed to say, “No problem.”
I banged my ski poles together
but they didn’t stir.
After they trotted on,
I skied towards their starting place
in a grove of cottonwoods.
On the way in the snow
I saw the tracks of two rabbits.
Was an owl watching this drama,
or even a hawk high above peering down?
They guard their presence
and thoughts with silence.
A couple appeared on skis.
“Did you see anything?” the man asked.
The coyotes were gone,
and words failed me.
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(c) 2018 Larry Kilham