Snowprints

A neighborhood cat 
wandered by sometime in the night
paused to sniff, curious,
at my twinkle of Christmas lights
before slipping silently around
the corner of the house and away
I was surely sleeping, unaware,
but woke to find every graceful,
fluid, feline footfall
perfectly preserved in
a crystalline carpet of white;
creation, so extravagantly lovely,
created art from such
a simple moment,
a memory frozen for those
who notice to ponder
to contemplate the love 
that gave birth to such a world
a world that with grace
marks the small steps 
of the neighborhood cat
just as much as it does mine.