The rising sun starts hitting the North Mountain slopes
before the guardians edging my garden.
Can't even tell there's a mountain there
because of the thick grey clouds
blanketing our world in winter.
Into the woods we went
It looks like a porcupine has moved in.
Though those tracks seem strange even for a porcupine.
Let a Rusty Pup out the back door
and this is the first thing they do each and every time.