Kathryn has been running a couple of miles most days.  Her path takes her through our woods, along our meadow and up a long hill through our neighbor’s pastures and then back again.  She often sees wildlife, but more often sees their tracks or scat or spots them as they leave her field of view.  She composed this during her run this weekend.

I don’t look up when I run
Though I try, I look down.
A tripping branch or wet leaf
Pulls my eyes to the ground.

So when I intrude and
the hawk screams at me,
I see him flying away –
Not perched in his tree.