Invisible by Lowell Jaeger Last night, snow swathed the meadow. This morning we scroll the window shades and trace nature’s busy history of trails, hooves and clawed footfalls crisscrossing acres blanketed white. Such complicated comings and goings, traversing so nearby while we slumbered unsuspectingly. Deer, elk, rabbit, squirrel, raccoon, milling about the moonless overcast midnight. Even now, invisible birds converse in the treetops. Beneath winter’s crust an army of voles tunnels and toils to construct a maze of hidden causeways. Among beasts, we are bold and obvious and blind.