The Fox

Alone through the quiet morning blackness I tread.

Stars overhead guide my steps

Peaceful, and yet

Fear grips my heart and clenches


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.




Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: