Traces and Tracks

Pellucid eyes see
the language made in
snow by deers, rabbits, dogs,
and others known and unknown.
The words are etched into the
"winter stuff" by hooves and paws,
feet and claws.
These word-tracks form sentences
across the stark terrain.
This is animal architecture,
the word made trajectory,
the path made word.
What this man discovers in the
language of footprints and tracks
is a hooved poetry, a pawed prose.
Omens and portents can even be spotted
in the snow calligraphy.
But, of course, only with
pellucid eyes.
The sacred language disappears when
the eyes concern themselves with
mundane observations.

Eyes must see their pupils in the tracks.
The architecture of the animal must be remembered.
The Story goes on this way within the trail of Time.