A mean dog chained
Frost in the grass
Had to keep moving
Went the wrong way
I knew nothing else
Faced with a meadow
Part snowfield, part thaw
How ice had bent
Reeds at the river
Their ends pinned down
Saw that and more
Tracks and the tracked
In winter at daybreak
Stood standing there waiting
The blue sky cold
What for you asked
Not really a question
Or was it the
Wind high and lonesome
I took you for