Steps In Time

I have seen the past come and go- we all have. I have seen the old be replaced by the new – we all have. I have watched whole groundhog families grow, thrive, and die in one stretch of hedgerow, I have and assume that many have. She was an old friend. she told me she could hear my thoughts, that I think too loud. When she died I looked at her coffin descending, watching her past being swallowed up. She once told me that she knew just when my last step would descend and not rise again. In their whistling way of speech, groundhogs also speak of such things.