Seeing the Unseen

Daily Note

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 nearby
a raccoon rests, though unseen;
We see only tracks.

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography

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