A fox

fox-742058Funny, isn’t it, how a fox is always a moment in time.

Tonight, she and I stopped. Frozen. Gazing at one another in the street near the Arlington Baths. The knowledge that she is a scavenger and a pest did not limit her regal pose. She and I gaze, each seeing something in the other. Is it a moment of shared fear or a moment in which we both recognise something familiar?

I’ve no idea and wonder whether she knows herself.