Stones crunch under my boots and stink beetles skitter away Tiny tracks lead to a crack in the rocks where kangaroo rats rest in the shade Our trail heads into the canyon
What’s down there I ask Down in the canyon Mom says
Down in the canyon is a whole world of its own where animals find shelter from the desert sun We’ll feel cooler there too Down to the canyon we climb step by careful step On the hillside above a bighorn sheep bounds from rock to rock showing us how it’s done
