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November 2009 
The Young Fox
Posted on Apr 29th, 2008
by 
Ron
Ron
Here's a little poem by Les Murray I like that I found in a book called Upside Down Zen by Susan Murphy.
The Young Fox
I drove up to a fox
on the disused highway.
It didn"t scare, but watched me
roll up to it along the asphalt.
I got out. Any poultry it would kill
wouldn't now be mine, no feud between us.
It watched quizzically then bounded
away with an unmistakable headshake
that said "Play with me!"
and stopped, waiting. I remember
how sharply perfumed the leaves were
that lay on the pavement in that world.
The Young Fox
I drove up to a fox
on the disused highway.
It didn"t scare, but watched me
roll up to it along the asphalt.
I got out. Any poultry it would kill
wouldn't now be mine, no feud between us.
It watched quizzically then bounded
away with an unmistakable headshake
that said "Play with me!"
and stopped, waiting. I remember
how sharply perfumed the leaves were
that lay on the pavement in that world.
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