Feet Painting

Gazing at the pristine snow Thinking what a painting I could do Can paint a portrait with a smile Or an athlete running a mile Maybe a single petal as it flutters Or a country window complete with shutters But wait another artist is here Hopping gently without fear He makes a circle of fine feet Looking inwards aren’t they sweet He flies away his picture complete Tiny footprints made by tiny feet It was the robin making the snow his own Looking for crumbs of cake I had thrown For all the hungry birds too eat It didn’t matter what size the feet. What picture on the snow did he adorn? Was a great picture of a crown or thorns