I slide my way through crystals,
a gentle crunching sound.
I see by tracks of visitors,
who’s been coming ‘round.
The rabbit, very clever,
straddles his front paws.
The wily cat, an even line,
with punctuating claws.
I intersect the beaten path
of deer who come to eat.
I leave them boughs of evergreens
to make their meal complete.
Now I’ve added to the story
in the field of snowy white.
A story told without a word
and nobody in sight.