hanging rock

first spot the poop, 
then look up.
we had our picnic at hanging rock. 
 yep, just hanging out midday
in a sunny spot.
and then, later, a herd
paralleling the trail the highway made
 there were presences
 and the light looks like november
 and felt like october
 holes and leyers and lichens and 
 a heart for my friend
(you know who you are) 
it was cold and sunny and beautiful.
 frost melting
and a shivering echidna
we ate well.
all three returned.
and they serve ben and jerry's ice cream
at the visitor center.