"foxtail" he says
but the meaning escapes
me like a slippery fish.
after peering from
behind the tree
he deftly enters
my circle of light,
flames sprucing
in malicious eyes
like swift words.
fox sees
fox knows
foxtail.
I look I stare
open eyed
I search
yet I do not
understand.
fox
sees.
fox
knows.
foxtail?
fox rises and leaves
- clever shape in
grey fog darkness -
white tip
of tail
disappearing.
it is only
then I grasp
fox sees,
fox knows,
fox tells.
Foxtale


