The Fox

Early morning, heading out To walk, as is our habit, A flurry from the bushes made us jump; ‘Twas not a rabbit. Instead, a just-awakened fox Looked at us both, surmising That no harm was intended, Though our meeting was surprising. It darted off into the brush Like lightning, maybe faster And all of us were thinking We’d avoided a disaster. We don’t see foxes often So to be so close was thrilling, An inter-species contact With acknowledgment, not killing.