FOX

 

I followed fox tracks as I entered the woods

its small cat like feet leaving a trail in the new snow

as I followed, I wondered how far ahead it was

 

I often smell the musky odor

letting me know that we have crossed paths

 an acquired scent, but not unpleasant to my nose

I stopped my search as the prints entered thick brush

too many thorns and thickets 

for my more sensitive limbs to follow

 

I like to think that the fox still watched

its eyes focused intently on this mysterious being

as curious of me as I am of it

 

later the fox ran across my path

pausing just seconds, but enough for me to witness the beauty

of red fur glistening as the sun set

 

tonight I take it as a sign

of what I’m not sure

maybe the message is to pause

drink in the beauty surrounding me

as I re-enter my life