Tracking through the snow
two people and a couple of rusty pups
but someone crossed our path
a porcupine I think
and one pup veered off to follow that delicious scent
Standing beneath echoing walls
wondering who might be watching
from the safety of those cliff tops
a gentle haze of trees
a wall of solid rock
Faster than me
the others stop and wait every now and then.
I drop a glove
and only realize half way down!
But everything's good on a bright sunshiny day.