Alone through the quiet morning blackness I tread.
Stars overhead guide my steps
Peaceful, and yet
Fear grips my heart and clenches
Tight.
Scenes of imagined horror spring to mind.
In the distance, a cat darts across the street
A streetlamp silhouette.
Fear squeezes;
I tread on.
And suddenly, a wolf sprints across my path, teeth bared
(Or is it a cat?)
My scream rings out,
Piercing the darkness, curdling the air
As it fades,
a fox only is revealed.
Fright reverberates,
smaller and smaller pulses.
And I chuckle, bemused that the fear I imagine-
Attacker jumping out from behind a tree to tackle me to the ground,
An assault I have imagined a hundred different ways-
Is nothing compared with the very real fear of
A fox.
A Life That's Good 