Tracking bunnies makes me hungry.
I spy long parallel splashes of hind feet followed by smaller fore paws;
the prints are 5’ apart; she’s going fast,
but here she paused to gnaw at the cherry trunk; only the hind feet show.
Next she hopped gently (the tracks just inches apart)
into the shelter of Hemlock trees.
I lift a bough to search for tracks & find Snipped Tips!
A bark & greens lunch. My tummy rumbles.
Tracking
PATTY
What a wonderful way to begin my day. Your poem is magical, touching & down-to-earth.
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I’m serious about learning the prints. The snow around the house is a chaotic calligraphy of different tracks. Time to sort it out. I wish I could see this bunny. I’m wondering if I’ll need to sit out some night.
Patty
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I was right there with you! M
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I haven’t seen this bunny for days now!
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