This entry is part 19 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


The squirrel’s tracks end
in a smudge of blood on the snow,
one tuft of fur

and the long furrow
its dangling tail drew
beside the fox’s footprints.

Alone in the field,
a bulldozer lowers its blade
to a white and heavy harvest.

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