Misha in the Mist

The mist covers and surrounds our backyard. As Misha and I begin our walk in the morning it is as though we were adventuring into an unknown world. The grasses and bushes that are in the yard have disappeared. All around us is gray.
Misha is on the hunt. His body is taut. He is a receiver...receiving any signals that come his way. There are still noises and smells that the mist cannot hide. We move forward into it...and I forget that my feet are getting wet and I need to get ready for work.
At first we walk tentatively into the grayness. A bush appears, a tower of ornamental grasses, and we tiptoe on. Misha's senses are what I depend on to read our journey through the mist. He smells far more than I do, he hears far better. We are travelers together but he is the leader.
We round a bush and there is a rabbit about 4 feet in front of us. It is frozen in hopes of invisibility but Misha's eyes widen a little and he creeps toward it. One paw will raise and hold in that position for almost a minute before it slowly rests on the ground.
Our whole encounter with the bunny is probaby only 2 minutes before it whips away and disappears into the camoflage of mist. Misha relaxes...the moment is passed. He sniffs the air and leads me on to more adventures.