The white fox trots across the snow
Pausing for only a fleeting glance
Speaking volumes with its eyes
Towards the man of circumstance
Betwixt deadwood that stabs the sky
And through the foggy moonless night
Shine two infinite animal eyes
Assaulting souls with fight or flight
The man retorts through cataracts
Blinders forged from pride and fear
The white fox dares this soul to act
Throw to the wind his duties dear
A frigid wind cuts through the field
The white fox hastens a swifter flight
From the edge of his eyes the cataract yields
Fear of the wild controls Man’s life
Author notes
I wrote this after a fox crossed my path a few weeks ago....it trotted across the parking lot and into a neighbor's yard. A bit surreal at the time. Anyways, I hope my English is passable :-)
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Your English is more than passable. I especially like the second stanza. Lovely imagery. I have only seen a red fox in the wild and they are quite beautiful. The encounter was, as you say, a bit surreal. Thank you so much for your entry.
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