runnels in the snow
a mouse crisscrosses the paths
of a rabbit, a cat
Reading the map of tracks in the subliming snow, I can see where each creature was going, but not when. A mouse's curvy furrow, alternating with oval prints like beads on a string, crosses a rabbit's long lozenges, a cat's blue roses. None of the prints lie on top of any others in this busy crossroads. All these comings and goings, witnessed only by a lone oak leaf, sticking up like a flag.
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