The Fox by Kerry Gittins

This is a new poem written about an encounter between myself and a fox on a cold snowy night in Lausanne. It was magical seeing this beautiful animal watching me by the light of a city street lamp. 

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The night is cold and filled with stars.
The snow is soft and fresh.
Do you see me? I think you do. 
Soft brown ears twitch, listening. 
Long tail straight, waiting. 
Eyes shine, unblinking. 
You are ready to run, to vanish. 
But you are as curious as I. 
You wonder why I am here. 
I wonder the same about you. 
It seems both of us are out of place. 
Seeing you is a wonderful, magical thing, 
a reminder of my home before the city. 
I kneel, quietly, carefully. 
You sniff the crisp air, and in a flash,
​you are gone. 
And I suddenly feel hopeful. 
Perhaps the city won't be so bad. 
After all, if you can be here, maybe I can too. 

The Fox © Kerry Gittins 2022. All Rights Reserved.

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