When evening turns to darkest night
And stars are in the sky
When the garden’s swathed in silver light
That’s when my fox comes by
You will not hear a sound he makes
His feet are velvet plush
When from my hand the food he takes
I feel the gentlest touch
When first he came - I saw the fear
In those soft questioning eyes
But slowly over time - a year
My friend’s become so wise
When he comes up to me so near
I think that he can tell
That he is loved and safe right here
And that I wish him well
I'm so grateful for this moonlit tryst
It's always a delight
It's something I would not have missed
This friendship in the night
copyright Victoria George
VICTORIA GEORGE
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