“No, you’re not doing it right,” she chides
striking a pose to demonstrate
how a dog—or is it a cat or rabbit?
would stand here on this game trail
we’ve followed into the thicket
along the river.
“Hold on a sec, bub,” I call now
as she runs ahead, almost out of sight
talking aloud to the dog, the cat and rabbit
while I stoop to capture an image
of the moment.
“Take my hand,” she commands
when I catch up and she steps up
to balance atop a magical beast
disguised as a log.
Then she leaps, runs and stumbles
pausing just long enough
to laugh aloud.