Dorme Vous?...

Retraced fresh tracks in the snow,
     as i already knew where the deer go
i was searching for where they began;
     slipping among the brambles and vines
always seeming to meander, without thought,
     certainly without any preconceived plan...

Now in the cold white, i see
     (with no small delight)
the path i follow will take me right by
     where i have placed my camp;
There, between deadfall and slope...
     in the hope of  finding solitude's salvation
in the elation Nature lends me 
    in the different ways i see the same time of day
i find three beds, where outlines of bodies lie
     body warmth  melted snow from leaves
You can see traces of the legs and torso
     but not the head , which is never lain in rest
Woodland cousin, we have slept within yards of each other
     and walked along the same paths
Tomorrow, you make wake to see me watching you,
     to see your startled look just for a laugh...