Along the path, the dog stops to smell oat grass,
rose bushes, and the trail crossing from pond to lake.
Ducks cross the path after dark, or early in the morning.
Daily, I follow this same trail past the lilies, past the cattails,
past the open water where the Virginia Rail has been
spotted by birdwatchers with long-lensed cameras. Often,
I hear its chattering call and have seen it pop out of the reeds
for a quick viewing more than once. Life birds, some people
call our winged friends they’ve been hunting for a long time.
Finally a spotting…or not. There are other perks on the path:
eating a pink rose petal, a Indian plum, or a Salmonberry. Soon
the thimbleberries will be ripe. This year I may try making jam
from them…like my grandmother once did.