The Fox

As I walked down

My urban street

A red coated fox

I did meet.

Freezing in my tracks

I savoured

my encounter

with this old soul.

Such a wonder

A breath of wildness.

He looked me in the eyes

with the majesty

of a creature

caught

In the headlights

of my gaze.

He viewed me,

not of his world

of ancient rights.

and drew me into

his perception

Of life.

Feeling the wind

whip through

my hair

Running free

Joyful hunt

Fear and hunger.

A memory of times

when no human

had disturbed

the wilderness

where he could wander

and chase

free from

our disturbing

concrete maze

we who have

ventured

into his domain.