John Molloy

Rookie - 0 Points (02.09.1968 / Dublin, Ireland)

On Meeting A Fox - Poem by John Molloy

Standing, staring, glaring true
and contemplating what to do,
a fox and I on Parnell's hill
took to stand a moment still;
When thirty feet a trench became
a dormant street to frosty claim,
of city sleeping, time to creep
of city silent, time to keep
a minute glance, just, almost
deciding who's the real host.
Before a blink to say farewell,
our paths became a tale to dwell.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

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