Friday, October 24, 2014

Night Fox

Narrow in flight,

the fox sails through the night.

Soundless and sleek

who knows what he seeks:

a mouse,

or a den

safe from rain and wind?

Who knows where he goes:

just here

or far there?

The fox sails through my lights

and out of sight.






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