There are blueberries here.
We’ll eat a few.
The air is clear.
We rest on this rock
and enjoy the view.
There are few worries near.
Yet I turn to you,
and brush back a tear.
I sense you feel him, too.
As we talk and remember
in front of Ranier.
We see it now, just overhead.
Soaring so free, wings outspread.
And look below, there, a cougar.
It sees us, I’m sure.
The sun is getting low,
it’s almost time for us to go.
Near is he who bears our fear.
We know it’s true.
(A truth not heard by any ear.)
The wind and sun have given us
this clue:
When we come back,
he will be here.
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