My Fox

My fox breaks fold from it’s leash. Slips into the night and scurries down the lanes. Into the village running from dogs and howling at cats. Iridescent in the street lights he’s matter and fact.

My fox looks through the windows of the empty shops, seeing all the things that you forgot to buy. He darts over gardens while the moon catches his eyes.

My fox finds a mouse to chase, to bring back to the den. With the breaking of dawn he knows his times over when, the day has become his enemy, and the shadows his friend.

D Feb 2017

(I haven’t see a fox for many months, which is shame as I love drawing and looking at them. Posts are a bit slow to at the moment as I have a racking chest infection. Slowly getting better but it’s a lurker. Still I am reading lots of other blogs and am amazed at the talent out there. So thanks to all those I follow.)

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