Some winter mornings all plant life would be wrapped in white lace
As I walked with my dog to the river.
The blue bunting would greet me from his telephone pole.
The pheasants would screech to one another across the field.
Invisible raccoons and deer left prints in the mud.
The joy my dog felt as he bounded with flopping ears
Brightened my days.
A catapult has flung me here.
I miss the wildlife, but I do not forget.� 1994 Linda Wallin