Little Tracks

I see little tracks going,
And then coming back.
They didn't find nothing,
Not even a snack.

They said..."I'm so hungry",
So hungry am I.
And I have a feeling,
That I might just die.

The snow is so heavy,
It chills both my feet.
And I only went half-way,
To find some thing to eat.

This winter time fury,
Is havoc...don't you see?
For my little old croplet,
Is empty in me.

Any my little old head,
Is all full of doubt.
Even though...there is nothing,
Coming in...going out.


E.P. 1908 - 1989