I cannot find you
You will not find me

I saw you one day
spry little red fox
camouflaged by dawn
slowly climbing down
the high autumn field

I always imagined
your strategic prance
narrow yet refined
It was then the time
to meet your wisdom

But no, our gaze met
we both knew the truth
was the beginning
and the end
You vanished
as if
you were never found.

I will keep looking
Even as life moves on
hiding last minutes
Beneath doors
As the mouse
Slowly
Journeys to the field