Sunday we went for a late afternoon walk
with Philo and slipped into the frozen cove,
at the end of the pond, that forms the boundary
to our neighbors pasture on one side.
We have an active beaver family on the pond,
and the town put in a diverter to keep the wetlands
moving, but the beavers moved their lodge
and we weren’t sure to where.
Exploring the scrub covered cove, we
found the new lodge on the hidden side
where life is more wild. Coyote tracks
led Philo’s nose right to it.