Woodland Encounter
I was walking in the woods when
something stirred ahead of me
almost imperceptably
yet also incontestably.
Among the ferns and underbrush
a young fox cub was standing
stock still and silent
watching me with fearless gaze.
For a short enchanted while
he and I stood motionless
regarding one another as
I marvelled at his courage,
then suddenly he turned and fled
as instinct won it seems
over curiosity.
Such a pretty creature
russet coated, fluffy,
with eyes of golden brown
a symbol, very briefly,
of innocence regained.