claire

the snow compressing
underneath her feet was
her favorite sound
steps were made Pausing in between each
each foot compacting
the white underneath

winter walking lent itself to a discovery
her foot would have crushed
a bird after a cat attack
displayed stark against
the blank snow

sidestepping
this she scooped
in her hand to bury it
and after she did not
so much relish the sound of the snow