Tracks
Late last night
after midnight
tracks
trekked
through the carpet
of snow, moon lit.
Four feet left tracks,
two right, two left,
which tattle-tailed
with a trail
left behind
in a line.
A line across the road,
then through the snow plowed
following their nose
under the window
where I slept and dozed,
and dreamed, I suppose.
A late-night snack awaited,
they ate their fill then quickly fled
leaving tracks behind
down the sidewalk this time
as hoof prints
left foot prints...
down the driveway
across the roadway
into the woods again
before morning came
perhaps unaware as they sneaked
of tattling left by their feet.
These tracks
were hoof prints
leaving a telltale trail
which silently tattle-tailed.
Unaware, they were found out
after sneaking around and about.
* * * * *
If you tell an untruth,
someday you'll be found out.
If you snitch something,
your conscience will sting.
If you do wrong,
someone it will harm.
If you are a tattletale,
your heart will surly ail.
You'll live in fear of being found out
which steals the joy from inside your heart.
Always choose to do what's right.
Your heart will surely delight.
You may be sure that your sin will find you out.
Numbers 32:23
If you do not do what is right,
sin is crouching at your door;
it desires to have you,
but you must master it.
Genesis 4:7
Do not be deceived:
A man reaps what he sows.
Galatians 6:7
Some of the tattle tale tracks left last night:
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