---Sunil Sharma
Here she eyes
the poet and the photographer
hiding in the bush
or lurking somewhere
or, maybe behind
a glass-window shut
like a typical ******.
pointed ears pricked up
eyes glittering but not cold
as depicted in a horror tale
the bushy tail---fan and broom
to clear the muck around
the long snout primed up
for unusual smells
especially---
of two-legged threats
the lady fox
much demonized
in the human world
free in the wilds
like a bird
ready for the ramp-walk
in the jungle,
her---daily theater!
About encounters different. A poet friend saw this fox living in the bush, Australia and sent the picture clicked by him---that pic, inspiration for the poem.
