My Hill ("Cobi's Rock)

Dear friends,

This is my hill. (The people call it "Cobi's Rock".)

In the spring my hill is covered in flowers and soft green grass. In summer my hill has shade from the arbutus trees. In the fall my hill is covered in leaves and scratchy brown grass And now, in winter, my hill holds many puddles for drinking crisp, fresh water.

From my hill I can smell all around. I can see all the way to the ocean, and over the many roads and houses of the people down below.

The bunnies like to traverse my hill, and I like to follow their trails. (But I do not eat them. I am not disgusting like Ojo.)

Usually on walks I stay very close to the people. But when we pass my hill I take my leave.
The people walk below, but I climb up, all the way to the top.

I stand. I sniff. I watch.

My hill is one of the best places in the world. This is why the people have named it "Cobi's Rock".

The people say that one day, when my spirit has walked the rainbow bridge, my body will come here to my hill to rest. So I can enjoy it always. This is my special place.

But for now I am sharing it with you! Welcome to my hill!

Licks,
Cobi