REGULAR VISITOR
I place the ritual marrow bone
upon a mossy, shaded stone
at viney forest's tangled edge
and sit to read
With glances o'er my books' top
gazes aimed at that spot
I watch and wait to glimpse
the burning hues of fox
And here he is! So silent and so quick!
One glowing faced, quick lick
then he snatches what is his and fades away
into black beneath the ferns.
We both know well; no words to say
there'll be another viewing day.