Willows Voice
It was a cool spring afternoon. The sun was still above the horizon, lighting the rock walls that followed the river. As I grew closer to the pasture, I noticed Willows’s stance, her ears were erect turned forward as if she was listening to something and she was staring at the rock wall and a steep incline on the river’s edge. I called to her several times, and she quickly glanced at me, but her focus returned to the same spot. I could feel her speaking to me, so I stopped and listened as the energy flowed through the air between us. I called to her once again, and she turned and took a few steps toward me to get closer and ran back to the same spot and took the same stance that she had moments ago.
