Otter Creek Haiku   Midway through his life, he fell in with a bad crowd of rhododendron.   One waterstrider admires his oversized shadows.   April stream crossing: those rocks submerged and shaky as our hearts.   Stuck to the trail, couldn’t stop stumbling— every step another root.   Radio collar-- shucked off by a hound who’ll stay lost.   Sitting here, midstream-- can’t tell which fills the other: my heart, or Otter Creek.   Screech owl and the upper creek’s chuckle behind my back.   – Hugh Rogers