When darkness comes, so does he.
His blaze of day subdued by night.
Small footed, fine muzzled, almond eyed -
common -
classed as a pest -
and yet
he brings wilderness to my all-too-tame domain.
Wilder-ness -
that which is wilder than me -
it does not take much,
wrapped in blankets, drinking tea -
it does not demand the Serengeti,
the desperate polar bears on their shrinking floes
or yellow-eyed wolves on Mongolian plains -
just him.
Fox.
This is absolutely wonderful - the poem and the photos!!