Finally by lantern light the baby came, all wet and sticky. The children dried it with towels and hugged it while it nursed first time. Their youngest daughter, Katie, wondered how the children who only knew about Christmas from lighted trees and presents could understand. From a distance the Loon's song would play in your ears. God's creature too.
Old forests are full of limbs snapped, and logs laying in transition.
I remember where you were sitting, on the earth beneath the oak.