Posted on July 8, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
The cougar is up high in a yellow pine, hidden. I only see his misplaced paw print, formed when the mud was thick last spring. Now, the trail has dried into cracks, wrinkles in the earth, his movement of the past solidified. He won’t…
Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Backpacking, Columbia River Gorge, Cougars, Flowers, Hiking, Life, Love, Mountains, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Spring, Summer, Trailrunning, Wildlife, Writing
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