I was returning home from the store when I saw the prints,
at first taking them to be those of a big dog.
After second look, I was surprised and dismayed to see
they were the prints of a small child,
one who had perhaps been pulling a wagon.
There were no accompanying prints, such
as an adult might make, so why was this child out alone,
in his stocking feet, on a damp and dreary morning?
