Hop-skipping through reptilian roots
your helicopter tail brushes gathered mizzle
from drooping ferns. An unintentional paw expels
puffs of tan powder from moss-nestled fungi
You are wearing a wide grin – I can tell
from up here, in my clouded concerns
Nosing ecstatically
Body tingling from snap of twig
And muffled wing-beat
A scramble
A hurdling, ducking beeline
Obscured by brushwood
Tongue lolling about on your return
Having caught nothing
but everything
in the chase