His paws are imprinted into the new
fallen snow, leaving behind
a path to follow into his wintery
world, meandering these woods
we share, but we will not follow
him, nor seek him out as we face
our own wintery world of cold and
snow and the tasks at hand;
perhaps, though, we should stop and,
stumbling forward, seek him out
even as he seeks us here meandering,
too: a message, an answer, a sign.
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