Canyon

We almost missed her;

She-fox crossed our path quickly.

A watchful mama.

Further on, the bird

cocked his shiny head at us.

Stood still as a stone.

Sunlight crept away,

climbing cliffs without belays,

Left us there in cool darkness.

Mama fox was tucked in.

Raven feasting on a mouse.

We watched stars fill the night sky.

Copyright 2019 – Laurie Marshall

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