Explore Poems GO!

Telling Our Stories

Rating: 2.7

the fox came every evening to my door
asking for nothing. my fear
trapped me inside, hoping to dismiss her
but she sat till morning, waiting.

at dawn we would, each of us,
rise frm our haunches, look through the glass
then walk away.

did she gather her village around her

and sing of the hairless moon face,
Read More

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pamela Moffatt 02 December 2018

there is a typo in the 2nd verse of the 2nd stanza rise frm our haunches should read rise from our haunches

0 0 Reply
Colleen Courtney 15 May 2014

A darker poem from the poet. Interesting.

0 0 Reply