Thursday, January 13, 2011

the fox nipped at my back


the fox nipped at my back
seated as I was
                        waiting

she danced behind me
cantering sideways from
my left to my right
swinging
            back and forth
grabbing at my shirt in
the passing                  once
catching my collar
and I could feel the small
determined teeth on the knot
of bone jutting from my neck

I waited as the dance turned
from nervous to playful
                        still cautious
and spiked with warning

I continue to wait to face
and nuzzle this fitful
            magnificent being.

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