Tracks In The Snow

A white-board of snow.
Erased by the breeze.
Erased by the flurries.
Morphed by the sun.
Lightly indented shadow in the fluff.
The delicate printing of voles.
The tracing calligraphy of weasels.
Telling stories.
Portraying dramas.
The jays and the ravens watch from above.
Watch the drama and criticize.
Swoop down and make notations.
In the snow.
Stories of life.
Stories of death.
Written on the snow.
The lumbering cursive of the porcupine.
Scribbles out this play.
Brings this story to its end.
The story of the death of vole.
The story of the life of weasel.
The porcupine writes the long story.
The action is slow.
Not intellectual.
Don't worry.
The next chapter is hilarious.
The hieroglyphics of the hare.
The humorous happy hare.
The lop-sided hieroglyphical hare.
Her story makes me smile.
She has such big feet.
Yawn.
About to dream.
Must hurry.
To read the moose's long cuneiform.
Long strides.
I and the calf hurry.
The blizzard turns the page.



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