My own sneeze woke me up,
a restless mind, scratchy throat
kept me from returning to sleep.
Pulled on my black velvet robe
then wrapped my neck in a red
fleece scarf for added warmth.
Downstairs, as I waited for my
tea to heat I heard yip, yip
from the street below.
At the kitchen window,
in the streetlight’s glow
I saw fox prints on fresh snow,
leading to our hedge and
a pair of bright eyes over a
narrow nose peered up at me.
I waved my scarf
toward the small face
in the hedge.
A rustling noise then fox
darted out of the hedge, his
bushy red tail waving back at me.
Fox Sighting in the Middle of the Night by Joan Leotta |Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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