I took the high road through the pass.
The rain and mist whisped round the pine,
Above the trees the clouds touched earth:
I saw the shadow figures there.
I moved towards them, they withdrew.
The shadow figures knew the tracks:
They knew them like the hazel grouse.
They padded lightly with the lynx.
I saw their faces briefly there:
Beyond the rock face, glaring down.
I saw their questions, wild and raw,
With human eyes and shadow souls.
The mists soon closed the Vrsic Pass:
The shadow figures melted back.