snow brings proof of what’s rarely seen though here all year — rabbits, bobcat, deer — crisscrossing the yard from dusk to dawn leading non-human lives out of sight except for chewed flora, scat heaps the disappearance of chicken bones I toss out the back door, I count how many toes there are, wonder at their unwatched yet vital goings on, how they survive despite us, how they hope we disappear