snow brings proof of what’s rarely seen
though here all year — rabbits, bobcat, deer —
crisscrossing the yard from dusk to dawn
leading non-human lives out of sight
except for chewed flora, scat heaps
the disappearance of chicken bones
I toss out the back door, I count how many
toes there are, wonder at their unwatched
yet vital goings on, how they survive
despite us, how they hope we disappear
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