Mr Fox

 

 

Standing on the frosty terrace

He suddenly put his face to the window

His gaze hit midway between heart and gut.

Stared into eye,

Saying it's too cold out of doors?

Or hungry.

Look, sharp as a question.

Do you not recognise me?

Let me warm myself by your fire.

Why not?That did happen ,

Before stone houses and double glazing.

Fox knew something

.Asked for recognition.

I broke the gaze.

Thinking,it's wild.

I can't let a fox in here.

What damage,

Will he be dirty,infested.

I didn't open the door.

But I feel sad ,

He's gone away.

What was the question?

He spoke from one being to another

He never came again.

I misunderstood.

He wished not to come inside

But for me to go to the wilderness with him?