Rosette's Road -- 1847

       The heavy wet snow fell; it was incessant for two quiet days and silent nights. When it ended the deep carpet of white covered the roads, lay upon the branches of the hardwoods and cradled in the needles of the pines. The roofs of buildings held mass amounts of the heavy snow, some collapsing under the weight.
Old maple trees bent low under the laden branches. The stillness of the wind left the day quiet, muffled in the insulating coverage which nature had dropped the night before. Thin ribbons of smoke rose straight up into the pale gray firmament, leaving tracks across the sky, as if across the heavens were drawing
a map to somewhere special.

       Rabbit trails marked through the snow leading from beneath the old corncrib and shot off towards the wooded hill. The strong hind legs leading the snowy path ahead of the smaller front feet; as the rabbit hopped across the landscape, nibbling on young shoots and scratching for escaped kernels.

       A mother doe walked the bank of the creek followed by an eight month old fawn, pale as the white snow that it stepped into, dappled with dark spots; it closely followed its mother, seeking the tender leaves and twigs beneath the crystallized covering. Stepping carefully through the deep drifts of snow, quietly searching and listening to the sounds on the breeze…until a familiar scent is recognized…her sleek head rose, ears alert with a rotating nervousness…then the flight. She bounds away from the pest ravaged wheat field where insects called midges, had destroying the area's important crop the summer before. She raced toward the spiny thorn-apple thicket; berry brambles offering protection from any following predators. Her tail held high with its white flag of warning to those of her species near by. Beware! Beware! Her offspring is just a leap away, vaulting over fallen branches and tangles of naked vines.

A shabby group of two-legged creatures stood quietly, as the deer ran passed the thicket.  There was little coverage in the snowy valley and they held their breaths until they saw a single wolf, following on the heels of the long legged pair. The gray beast hesitated, glanced with a golden eye in the direction of the tired travelers; yet persisted in his chase, after the fleeing quarry.

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