It is the small things I notice
As I come out of the fog of the end of the school year
I begin my morning walks
Bird songs, wet nose of the dog
Rabbit chases, a flushed deer
The first light on the tops of the trees
The breeze that happens at the moment of dawn
I stop and examine the trail
A highway of life is recorded
Round horseshoes, bicycle tracks, boot prints, small sneakers show the day
Then smaller, deer hooves, dog paws, the small hands of raccoons and possums
Ever more tiny, the faint prints of rabbits and squirrels show the night
Startled mourning doves rise from the cover of flowering blackberries
A wet nose prods me on
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