We walked the meadow this morning, down and around and up,
Visited staghorn sumac
And there is one maple tree with amazing personality, multiple trunks, sometimes a roost for turkeys and it issues invitations to read novels in its shade.
I passed the time with it…
And the dogs found a spot where the grass was irresistible,
right on the margin where lawnmown path meets meadow growth.
They ate it, they licked it,
And at first I assumed that they were thirsty and wanted this delicious dew.
Then I occurred to me, and I will lay a nickel bet down on this,
I’ll bet that’s where deer stood last night, browsing the meadow,
Leaving their scent like a ghost for flavor-hungry dogs.