When evening turns to darkest night
And stars are in the sky
When the garden’s swathed in silver light
That’s when my fox comes by
You will not hear a sound he makes
His feet are velvet plush
When from my hand the food he takes
I feel the gentlest touch
When first he came - I saw the fear
In those soft questioning eyes
But slowly over time - a year
My friend’s become so wise
When he comes up to me so near
I think that he can tell
That he is loved and safe right here
And that I wish him well
I'm so grateful for this moonlit tryst
It's always a delight
It's something I would not have missed
This friendship in the night
copyright Victoria George
I love the poem. More than the meaning, i love the way we can read it because of the rhyme scheme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the poem, more poignant than humor but, boy, you do get it just right. Read mine – I Cannot Return – about live in the North Country. Adeline