Did they come back again?
Yes
I didn't see them then
I caught glimpses along the path
They herded me and the children and it took an hour to walk an hour round the field the other way
I saw his hound was taller than he who is not two, he is not two
Later then after many times calling out and sitting there at midnight and noon
Countless walks until I couldn't bear it
Every dog great or small was a mote besides that hound
Dragon backed and tall as trees
Then my sweet daughter wanted to take photos in the woods so we went.
I breathed that air
The wind began to rise
I saw her fear but knew they wouldn't take us
Knowing they watched.
I wept over the bits of branches left in days afterwards when her sister
Killed the tree with magic
But this day sweet daughter was shouting out that faces were on every tree
Eventually
Her blood had chilled.
We found ourselves upon the mound
I had to see my tree who when Jan and I laid down there rained upon us
His shouting that it only rained upon the tree and nowhere else
As he
Pulled on his shirt and I lay laughing at the rain upon my face.
She didn’t want to stay by then her camera full
I asked for one more of the tree.
It was there then I have it's image here
It was standing then
Later after sending the pictures and uploading, loading, looking
I gazed into the leaves that now are no more
And there in miniature I saw what I had seen before
Tiny monster, tiny craft
Inside a shining bubble in the high branches
That great and frightening playful hound no bigger than a gnat.
Huge and massive eye that like the sea when I was small had swallowed me.
Until I fought to stay, then set me free
A dimple on the midnight pool
That craft that shook the trees
A toy
Encapsulated
We could see it through
the lens and the lens and the lens
They bid farewell to me.