Saturday, February 18, 2012

Written awhile back but appropriate for California

SPRING IS NOT A GENTLE THING

There are days when you go outside
And are stunned by the glories of nature
Purple skies
Sunwhite clouds
Carpets of neon yellow
Other days you go out
You are part of it.

A red -headed and throated fox
With plumed
Salt and pepper tail
Ambled towards me today
Straight towards me
No stopping.

Finally I shouted, “Hey!”

He looked at me like
“Well, okay, if you insist.”

He scooted under the
Barbed wire fence
Running alongside
And still kept coming
In my direction
Like the fence
Would make all
The difference.

He glided by
Licking
His lips
Letting his
Tongue
Lollygag
To the side.
Panting
Puffing
In the newborn
Heat of spring.

I succumbed.