Footprints in the snow.

The tiniest movement of the foot,

And they will know.

Where you’ve been and where you’ve been stood.

A soft little toe print, in white mud.

Footprints in the snow.

Only takes a step and it’s ruined,

A perfect white blanket, a blow.

Because you’ve ruined the beauty of the landscape.

Don’t place your feet, for goodness sake.

Footprints in the snow.

One swipe of blood.

The detective will find and will know.

What sort of person a murderer would be.

Stupid enough to not plan me for me.