The Praying Fox
In the shadows of forest light
Lean and steady on his stump
The fox prays, solemn and still.
Soft, the light glows
As it mutes and slides through branches and twigs
Across his wooden face.
The movement of God:
His white-bearded cheeks:
Following prayers,
Chasing the light,
Finding the prayers,
In a melting forest flush of a lighted God
And a wooden fox.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2007
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