Every day, a photograph, a poem. On one of our walks during the snow-filled week of cold, we found these tracks, with no other sign of the creature, just this track from its drink by the lake.
Seeing the Unseen
Look, somewhere nearbySheri Edwards
a raccoon rests, though unseen;
We see only tracks.
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart