by joetwo

Late in the night

Or early in the morning

Depending on your point of view

Mood bolstered by merrymaking

Always good in excess

Ignoring the light rain

Falling from a dark sky

Slowly making my way up a lane-way

Steps careful on the wet ground

Seeking fast food excellence

Down at the local chipper

Careless glances into bushes

Finds two eyes looking back

Eyes surrounded by whitish fur

A fox, staring at me

I look at it, it stares back

Neither moves for a minute

Both unwilling to act

Waiting for the other to make the next move

The rain and growing hunger force my hand

I continue on

Looking back I see the creature still staring

Unmoved and waiting

For me to be gone

So it can continue its mysterious activities

In peace