The slender shape
stops, and stares,
a fox made white
by moonlight and
lamplight, a marble
statue of nature
caught in the act
of exploration, both
by canine and man.
We blink. It's gone,
a soft weave
of unhurried grace,
the dawn shadows
always seem to call
back its own on soft
padded feet.

#smallpoems and #smallstories combined -- what the dog and I saw this morning when we went for our walk