we take family walks

rain or shine, through the woods

around the neighborhood 

up the mountain 

today my son caught fish

in potholes deep enough

to hide halibut and king salmon

stingrays and collossal squid

sometimes we find treasures

silver lug nut

homemade tent stake

rocks with veins of quartz

today we stopped at a ruined hive

high in the tree

took turns throwing rocks

until it fell to the snow

we examined the empty nest 

paper thin comb

no honey, much

to his disappointment 

it would have went well

in the king salmon salad 

he cooked as we ambled home

back to our own little nest