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Someone—a deer, a dog,
A small moose, a snow mermaid
Someone bigger than a bunny
In no hurry at all
Crossed the yard while we slept
Left a trail visible only from above
Masked by snow at ground level.
I study it from the upstairs windows
Like so much else noticed in quiet
This sounds as if it’s a metaphor
When it is just this:
The snowy truth

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