Even at our suburban home
There are tracks in the snow
Cat tracks
Squirrel tracks
Deer tracks
Rabbit tracks
Possum tracks 

and one morning
I looked down and saw the tiniest tracks.
Vole or mouse had ventured out the last day of January,
Maybe that’s their “Groundhog Day”!

The animal had pushed out from under ivy that grows next to the back door.  Walked daintily to the other side of the sidewalk.  Burrowed under the snow to the evergreen some 5 feet away!  No evidence of tracks coming back.  Did the little creature meet his demise?  Did he join others to wait out this next storm?  Was he looking for another stash of food?
Alas no  time to photograph those tracks!  I will carry their beauty in my head. So tiny, dainty, pristine, the creature had indeed carefully placed each step.  He didn’t drag his feet or tail.  The sparkling snow enhanced the clean precision.