darkened burrow, moss lined bed
mounded earth pillows my head
mother fox shares her den
soon I’ll tread the road of Men
Sandpoint lies in the distance, and again I feel my curiosity stirring. What draws me to this town of Man, perched on the edge of the sea? Owl circles overhead and lites on my shoulder, time and again, chittering wildly about clouds of yellow and black fluttering on the wind and making a fuss about friends met once and again. I can make no sense of her tumbling thoughts, but her excitement is evident ~ there is adventure ahead.