The FoxA Poem by gakinniran91A fox lay
languid on simmering asphalt. Its eyes
guileless, life dripping from its wounds. Its ochre coat still
shone like the sun, sneaking through
the clouds.
Both the fox and
the sun pounce into our sight with
resplendence, then slink away
into darkness. But the sun will
return, while the fox will only lose
its sheen.
I closed my eyes, took a few steps closer, and
pressed the shutter release. I returned to my
car, thought hard, and drove off. © 2014 gakinniran91 |
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