foxes – Glad About

First published 2nd April 2020

Fox, Alert

Once, upon a green and white day, I walked, with shades of blue and grey above, and occasional muted pools of golden light along the way.

Cold and still, it was as, wrapped in thoughts and clothes, I lumbered on, taking weary steps in heavy boots, glad to be out but ill at ease and with no easy motion.

Then, suddenly, up ahead, a quick quiet movement of life and limbs, and fur of warm brown red.

A dog, I thought, at first – but no – a fox!

I stopped and stared, and thrilled at each tight turn.

Alert though not aware of me, she moved, close enough to see the splash of white upon her breast; no cunning vixen, she, with body, mind and spirit in perfect poise
and purposeful grace beside the still and silent trees.

Doing what she needed to do.
Being what she needed to be.

But then I moved and she was gone.

So I carried on through the green and white day with shades of blue and grey, moving easier now but missing her and wishing, that our eyes had met, that I hadn’t seemed a threat.

For in her hungry hunt for food she had nourished me, and warmed my heart while her cold search went on.

Alone, both, and alive.

She free, and I a few steps closer now, to being me.

1998, 2020 & 2025

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Fox, Alert Once, upon a green and white day, I walked with shades of blue and grey above and occasional muted pools of golden light along the way Cold and still, it was as wrapped in thoughts and clothes I lumbered on taking weary steps in heavy boots glad to be out but ill at ease and with no easy motion Then, suddenly, up ahead a quick quiet movement of life and limbs and fur of warm brown red A dog, I thought, at first - but no - a fox! I stopped and stared and thrilled at each tight turn Alert though not aware of me she moved, close enough to see the splash of white upon her breast no cunning vixen, she with body, mind and spirit in perfect poise and purposeful grace beside the still and silent trees Doing what she needed to do being what she needed to be But then I moved and she was gone So I carried on through the green and white day with shades of blue and grey moving easier now but missing her and wishing that our eyes had met that I hadn't seemed a threat For in her hungry hunt for food she had nourished me and warmed my heart while her cold search went on Alone, both and alive She free, and I a few steps closer now to being me (c) Maggie Baker 1998 & Glad the Poet 2020

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