white-footed mouse

White above and below. But looking more closely, I see the tracks of mice forced to leave the house to forage for weed seeds in the garden.

The no-longer-drifting snow records moonlit revels: where a vole broke cover, where white-footed mice foraged, where rabbits danced.

In the bitter night, a white-footed mouse bounded unerringly from the corner of the wall to a hole 20 feet away. The snow is my newspaper.