To Draw a Fox

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This is a conceptual piece about drawing and how we are sometimes the hidden subject.

To Draw a Fox

 

Today I tried again to draw

a fox, brought the orange

pencil lead

 

down and shaped

the crest of the creature’s head.

 

His ears pointed slightly

forward, his one eye straight

ahead

 

to where he spied

a vixen in the distance beyond

the pines.

 

She was the color

of a bountiful

day in the deepest copper mines.

 

She sensed him watching

and hesitated.

 

We both grew still as for a second

silently we waited.

 

Could we let

ourselves be loved

if in the chase

a catch was fated?

 

Then with a nod,

we scampered

on without a thought,

and did not bother to erase

our paths.

 

(I found, later,

that the fox had drawn me

quite well ---

 

I thought I heard

him laugh.)

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