the limb a ponderous
branching thing wobbling above his head. We stood dumb-struck (what didn’t compute?) till one of us shouted: “A moose!” and, lo, the blind could see. “A heckuvamoose!” At which the dog paused to look at us—all laughter & high-fives. No time for this, said a flick of his tail, and weaving his way past scrub and ferns, he trotted on. All eyes strained after him as at full sail, he veered into woods, our glee subsiding to a wondering hush,soon shy—
which argued against lingering, yet linger we did, through a jangle of keys and a toddler’s whimper. Then a man clapped once:Finis.