“Poem by Carter,” New Era, Aug. 1978, 26
Untitled
While quietly crunching through the snow,
I
came across a
lonely
footprint.
Carefully,
I
picked it up and examined
it.
Then,
I
carefully placed it back where
I
had previously found
it.
I
discovered the poor thing was dead …
someone
had
stepped
on
it.