Did I spy you through the mist, did I feel you on the breeze

Can I hear your laboured breath, as you weave between the trees

Was that a snap of rotten twig, are you behind that bird in flight

Are you in those rustling reeds, oh I wish I could catch sight

Are you closer than I think, for I’m frozen to the bone

If I can’t catch you soon, then I’m going home alone.

Damn Dog!!

Some photos taken on a walk (which turned in to hide & seek) with Harveyhound.


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