THE DUSK FOX
the fox acknowledges
with an imperceptible nod
the arrival of dusk
dusk and the fox
becoming one
entering the world of humans
the fox is busy
being a fox
stops: paw raised
the fox goes
in and out of
time
appearing now
disappearing as if
it had stepped out of the world
the dusk no longer
exists
night falls with my footfall
as if on cue
synchronised to time
and light
the fox stares at me
beyond me...I am
a walking shadow
the yellow street light
stains us for a moment
we vanish from each other
tomorrow sees
dusk and fox
keep the same appointment
only I
am absent
. . .
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
THE DUSK FOX
the fox acknowledges
with an imperceptible nod
the arrival of dusk
dusk and the fox
becoming one
entering the world of humans
the fox is busy
being a fox
stops: paw raised
the fox goes
in and out of
time
appearing now
disappearing as if
it had stepped out of the world
the dusk no longer
exists
night falls with my footfall
as if on cue
synchronised to time
and light
the fox stares at me
beyond me...I am
a walking shadow
the yellow street light
stains us for a moment
we vanish from each other
tomorrow sees
dusk and fox
keep the same appointment
only I
am absent
. . .
