The Fox

I stumbled upon a fox,

Bright and pliable as satin.

I walked gingerly towards it,

And stared into its now guileless eyes.

 

The somber clouds

Failed to diminish it’s

Lustrous coat.  The fox’s

Tongue failed to hang in defeat.

 

It was far from

The fir trees.

Its kin usually does not lie

Languid on asphalt. 

 

I closed my eyes, took a few steps closer,

And pressed the shutter release.

Then I turned and walked away without looking back,

Before the imperious sun rose.

 

I returned to my car, thought hard,

And drove off. 

Author's Note

I would appreciate brutal honesty concerning grammar, word choice, structure, etc.

Katie Leung Photography