A fox crossed my path this evening,
running with purpose not panic,
red orange brown in the half-moon dark.

A dancer’s turn and it was gone;
the road’s urban dullness suddenly empty of night magic.

#poemtry #poetry

I dreamt of this fox the other night. In the half-waking afterwards I thought ‘Wow, a second fox crossing my path in a week!’ And then I had to separate the three foxes: one each for dream, poem and reality.