The ground is white

The sun is bright

The temperature is shivery

I’m contemplating

Getting dressed

In my cold weather livery

In pristine snow,

Where creatures go

is easy to determine

What creatures do

is plain to see,

From noblest buck to vermin

But here inside

Where warmth abides

It’s easy to relax

And let that deer go

’til next year-

The one that made those tracks.

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