Middle of the night
Hot to the touch
Heart hammering in my chest
Awoken from a dream of I know not what
Fear courses through me still
Fight or flight mode kicking in
I need to leave here.
I Stumble to the door in the pitch-black night
The fogged moonlight above my head
Cool night air on my hot wet face
Blows the scent of my fear…
…To a fox.
Frozen in position one paw off the ground
Eyes glued to mine mid-step
The silence of the night a claustrophobic amber
That has caught us both in place.
Two predators attuned to the proximity of one another
Heads cocked, hearing sharpened
Fear is forgotten my heart slows
We stare at one another
Awaiting our dance partners next move.
My breathing now regular and relaxed
I stop to wonder at the beauty
Of this urban fox caught in no-mans land
Three paws on the ground before me
Once a competitor now a secretive neighbour.
A quiet yelp rings out and we turn in unison
Two cubs break cover
To flank their protective mother
The fox looks at me and finally blinks
It puts its fourth paw on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, our connection is lost
and they three disappear from my view
And I am left to wonder at the beauty of nature
And the purity of our accidental acquaintance.