I used to have a book that identified animal tracks in the snow:
the rabbit’s back-facing vault, the hawk’s sprawl, the dragging tail of a mouse,
all crisp as shadows under the full moon.

Books don’t prepare you for the way the moon
goes behind a cloud, mud settles, snow
drifts over the battle of hawk and mouse.

It’s not enough to know what the track of a mouse
should look like, or that even the new moon
makes a round imprint among the stars, a stony boot in fresh snow.

I looked for patterns in the snow; you traced the shape of the mouse in the moon.

We’re throwing down tritinas this week at YeahWrite – Stacie challenged me with snow, mouse, moon. Leave a comment or hit us up in the coffeehouse if you want three words to play along!