Poetry Friday Time - Evening's Gift

       Always creative Katya is our host for Poetry Friday today.  Check out everyone's posts at her blog, Write.Sketch.Repeat.  Thanks for hosting, Katya.

Evening's Gift
I sat out tonight, savoring the cool air

and there, there

moving by my fence,

trotting, slowing, stopping,

right there at the cottonwood -

a fox.

Smaller than I’ve seen before.

I held my breath.

So close.

Maggie, the cattle dog next door

had to have smelled you;

she howled to her gate,

scrambled to get out.

I think that’s when you paused,

looked back.

I imagined your look of disdain.

Wild wary creature,

I think you looked my way.

But it might have been the walker

laughing on his phone,

So close to what I saw, except our park does have grass.

coming down the hill

that made your head turn.

I didn’t want you to jump my fence.

You have your path; I have mine.

I exhaled so quietly,

wishing only for more time

to watch.

But as that walker

moved on, so did you,

past my yard, around the corner,

up the hill.

I ran to the front,

out the door,

only glimpsing your

straight tail,

silvered in the moonlight,

tonight’s gift. 

                   -Linda

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