Three year old Nora and I walked to the pond today.
We brandished a slingshot to ploop stones.

Deer tracks littered quotation marks
over the sandy approach to the south end.

We found bleached bones in a handful of gray fur–
unlucky young opossum’s night path crossed mother Red Fox.

The jawbone, with most teeth still intact,
was declared “Dinosaur” and ordered for collection.

We also collected three interesting rock samples.
They are polishing each other in my right pocket now.