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