Return of the fox revised
Posted: 19 Oct 2020, 01:08
revision
Return of the Fox
I haven't seen him, but he's there.
Crows caw at every turning leaf.
A smell of apples rotting.
White clouds like shadows
folding in and out of themselves.
It was not his intent to impart
any trace of foreboding.
He left home with no ill-will,
hopes to return before snowfall.
Return of the Fox
I haven't seen him, but he's there.
Crows caw at every turning leaf.
A smell of apples rotting.
White clouds spread across the sky
like coagulated blood.
It was not his intent to impart
any trace of foreboding.
He left home with no ill-will,
hopes to return before snowfall.
Return of the Fox
I haven't seen him, but he's there.
Crows caw at every turning leaf.
A smell of apples rotting.
White clouds like shadows
folding in and out of themselves.
It was not his intent to impart
any trace of foreboding.
He left home with no ill-will,
hopes to return before snowfall.
Return of the Fox
I haven't seen him, but he's there.
Crows caw at every turning leaf.
A smell of apples rotting.
White clouds spread across the sky
like coagulated blood.
It was not his intent to impart
any trace of foreboding.
He left home with no ill-will,
hopes to return before snowfall.