Poem : The Fox

One morning I see two eyes peering my way

Glowing bright from the dull gray cast of my headlights

Illuminating the dark shadows of winter

Much like the glow of two fireflies chasing one another

Through the hot humidity of southern summer nights    

Yes, the eyes of a fox glowed that morning

Pinning me with her gentle gaze she did

As I drew closer

She stood motionless underneath the undergrowth

Of lime green leaves now frosted

From winter’s white wind wiping their surface with ice  

Her breath shows in the cool air escaping through flared nostrils

The fox seems unbothered, yet keenly aware of my presence

Her gaze, piercing, as if she knows me

Like she’s carrying a message

Then my mind wanders for a moment

I think of my friend from a faraway land

She’s been there for me when I was alone

I reached out with my tattered life

She listened then sewed my frayed existence with kind words

Holding me together with strings from her heart

With positive energy

She cast a stone ever so softly

Into the dark waters that had become my life

Making these waters ripple with hope

With understanding

With support

With friendship

With kindness  

Good energy transferred through time and space to heal

So I thought, as the fox broke from her cover  

Her tail wildly whipping in the wind

Could the feelings and support of another

Be transferred through the sighting of a fox

Or a hawk calling overhead

With its speckled wing mass cutting the blue skyline in two

These creatures crossing our path to remind us of the ones

That send positive thoughts our way

Their words and feelings carried from a faraway land

To ours on the backs of these wild messengers

Yes, I believe so