Now I remember !

He once told me
there were a leash of foxes
heeding and sniffing at mydoorside
without making a sound.
when I fell asleep on the otherside of the door.

From where did they come?


I do remember
when I heard their howling in distant
hold my father tightly.

Now I am neither scared of its howling
nor its blazing eyes.

An entwined memory of paternal bond and fearfulness made us life long fellas?

Are they still looking at my doorside?

A leash of foxes!

From where did they come?

Did they leap out of some forgotten shrubs of memories?
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