who’s watching whom…

Exit

I lingered after light sleep,

the empty snowbound afternoon was my prospect,

a warming wrap was my comfort,

no urge disturbed my rest,

the necessity of loneliness pinched my gaze…

I think the fox had been watching me

in my windowed bay,

I think she had one snuff of fear,

I think she paused, on the crusted snow,

and found no scent of interest,

I think she may have wondered

how I could feel at ease

in my tight world…

I raised one hand in greeting and adieu,

and she took her own royal time

in walking away on her grand stage.

November 8, 2018

Inspired by “Closer” by Roberta Marggraff in the Fall/Winter 2018-2019 issue of the Aurorean.

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