Monday, 3 December 2012

Day Three: 'The Fox' by Rachel Burns

The Fox

Following the thread of footprints in the snow
the cold wind biting,
nothing but the sound of startled crows
and the howl of snow, drifting

across the hawthorn hedgerows
and that feeling of loneliness
wondering where did they go
all the people, whose prints impress

like lost memories in the snow
then out of nowhere, a sound
of rustling in the hedgerow
a fox coming to ground

stalking a grouse, eyes intent on its prey
invisible as night killing the day.  

Rachel Burns

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