The pale light--
sunrise breakfast--
the chill dawn air--

I walk to the ferry
past the small cottages
still sleeping in the
pine tree shadows.

A young fox trots down the road
slender body, too-large ears up and intent
curious, not alarmed by us
heavy tail moving lightly behind him.

I must leave while he
may spend the day foraging
in the quiet spaces.

Lari Smith