Friday, May 29, 2015

the new day

the red triangular face
of a fox
peers from the woods.
his soft ears up,
panting,
he sees you and let's his
heart beat slower,
unmoving, still in his stance.
not knowing which
way to go with his world
cut short and narrow.
you say nothing, but slowly
move towards your car
understanding completely
his hesitation with
the new day.

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