Footprints in the Snow

Footprints start in the middle
of nowhere and move single-file
away from center. Makes me
wonder if matching footprints
were mastered or if the snow
caught someone asleep in the tree.

Most likely, the drifts
had wandered only halfway
up the hill and obliterated
traces of human visitation.
Nature has a way of trivializing
the forces of man.

One exists
and one does not.