Sunday, 8 January 2023

Vulpine eyes

 


Sleekly seeking through 

silken fog enshrouded streets.

Head blurs left then right and back again.

Eyes devouring everything they can.

Listens to the wind howl, 

to sounds imperceptible to man.

Let's out a growl and leaps into action.

An orange stroke of paint

against the slate black night.

Smeared, it blends

into the bending shadows 

beyond the streetlights.

 

Stealthily surveys his surroundings,

listening to the first pings of rain.

A world at his feet.

A gold tinted ghost fading into the lanes.

Dissolves into the side streets,

unseen by most. An orange stain,

then just a memory

for only the pavements to toast.

 

Beside the takeaway,

closed for the night,

finds his prize.

A smile crosses vulpine eyes.

Fills his stomach,

his hunger replete

and back into the night

his tawny feet retreat.

 

If you look deep into the darkness,

you may see him,

his piercing eyes staring back.

Say hi, he is only out for a snack.

As you sleep,

he keeps watch over the night.

Lets his feet take flight

under the moonlit sky.

 

 

 

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