Aaand back to the foxes, because today we’ve been asked to write about our personal connection to something in the natural world, for example an animal. Like a fox? Yes, like a fox.
To endure the late walk home,
all buses gone to roost, and stars
muffled in sodium clouds; to pass
graceless retail parks framed
cloddishly in jobsworth shrubs,
dull with after-hours; to skirt
heavy-headed buddleia guarding
chain link and litter, exhaling
purple rankness; to navigate
the emptied junction, on the round-
about the inexplicable silver balls,
big as bales and rusting quietly
in the plain sight of the darkened
carwash; and then, to see him
in the lit delta of the goods
vehicle entrance, his spirit level
spine balancing caution, curiosity.
Brief arrow of blaze; to meet,
unexpected yet unmistakeable,
the most beautiful thing in the world.