She says, to me:

Three bears (a mother, two cubs, exploring fearlessly) Two ravens (she's sure, spying them in reaches of the tree) One fox (sunning itself near a hole where others might be)

and that had me remembering, from the past how we, too, saw the moose (hiding in the dingle and then darting free) and the Fischer cat (low, slinky madness of a different degree)

The neighborhood's wild just seems to be getting ever wilder

#poemsofpresence