The newly fallen snow as yet unbroken by human feet
reveals the signs of fellow creatures
who traveled through while I lay sleeping.
The deer held a party beneath the apple trees,
dignified and quiet, no neighborly complaints.
A cat stalked the sleeping birds.
Not often, but enough to warrant caution,
a bobcat, bear or coyote leaves its calling card,
rarer still the lumbering moose.
Tiny creatures, mice or moles, scampered quickly,
hearing perhaps, or sensing in their micely way
a fearsome predator too close for comfort.
In the careless way of humans, my footprints erase
the evidence of these strangers who visit in the night.
In my prayers I bid them welcome and hope
they will forever come again.