In quiet moments, I backtrack to childhood, when life wasn’t packed with worries and responsibilities. I’d stare for hours at cloudy skies; watch a bird catch a worm, see it wriggle and squirm; a beetle on its way somewhere. Contented child without a care. Kim M. Russell, 4th October 2022
It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub again and Merril wants us to stay on track with today’s prompt by writing about track, tracks, tracked, or tracking in just 44 words, excluding the title, in any form – but we must use the word ‘track’ or some form of the word in our poems.