I went for a hike today,
A dead hike mom would say.
“Everything is brown,
The colours all down
Not a time for hiking
And too late for biking
You should have done this a month ago.”
As you can guess,
I left mom for a rest,
And to my surprise,
The place was alive.
First I was spooked,
By a nesting goose,
As I followed a path
That circles her bath
Then further I crept
And a whitetaileddeer lept,
From her exposed graze
To a pine tree maze
I next took the track
To the maple syrup shack
Followed “frostbite ridge” trail
To a flock of wild quail
and stood still to listen
to the morning dew glisten.
I stooped low to investigate
What a bear or fox ate
And took a wrong path
When did that maple collapse?
It began to snow
The wet stuff, you know.
When I found the track back,
I was met by the cat
He hopped on 3 feet
To the house where we sleep
So we completed the loop
Lured by scents of soup
To find Mom in the snow
Waiting with hot cocoa.
