the fear

a fox appears
from the woods, daylight
receding in
a grey wash, before the rain
begins.
he slides on soft
feet to where the stone
walls is,
peering
over.
his coat a burnished
blonde.
the fear in him
equals the fear
in me.
rightful caution.
what's out there?
what can get us, is
there anything real
that we see?