Colorado. Tess emerged from the woodpile covered with dust
and followed me across the creek
on the narrow bridge built from a fallen tree.
She rubbed her head against my sneakers while I stopped midstream
and retrieved a beer from the red and white plastic shopping bag
that hung by a rope from the bridge.

I sat beside the creek with the beer and bread and cheese.
Did some writing. Tess disappeared.
Came back about half an hour later
She looked at me sideways with wild yellow eyes,
Produced a dead mouse and laid it on the wooden platform
beside the door of our tent.

Came over and sat beside me, licking herself
while I wrote.

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