Red Fox
A blaze of gold
more than red
in early evening light,
you strode slow through snow-
dusted new grass skirting
a low hill behind the house.
Then black ears pointed up, you sensed
my presence on the porch
and turned your sleek head, sharp nose,
toward me quick-
flashing black bead eyes.
How you lit up
the dull afternoon
with your confidence
and bravado
and in that moment gave me
a grim hint of your intent
before you trod soundless
to the forest edge
where lesser creatures live.
Bright hunter-
what more do I have
to fear or desire?