I can
see footprints
pressed
in the sand-
of
toes l o n g and spindly,
webs
spread like a fan.
I can
see paw prints
deep
in the mud-
oval-shaped
pads
atop a
round spud.
I can
see hoof prints
‘long
the winding dirt track-
arched
like a rainbow
they
never look back.
I see
something shiny,
glistening
and bright-
winding
over stone pavers
through
petals so light.
Where
are they going?
These
creatures outside-
searching
for food
or a
safe place to hide?
Are
they looking for friends,
finding
shelter from rain?
Or
enjoying a walk
‘cross
uneven terrain?
I
crouch and peer closely-
impressions
so clear-
and
quietly follow
to
find what is near…
