(5.00 am, 20 August 2013)
Woken in pre-dawn gloomWhen gut uncertainties
Harry the dusk-dark room,
A fox shrieked like disease;
My dulled bones stirred and shrank awry
From that cold anthem of a cry.
Though August heats were overThis was my year’s first fox;
Why had it broken cover
Screaming beside the docks?
Joy it had slaughtered for its fill
Or anger it had missed a kill?
Worse, was its scream a warning –That stink and yellow jaw! –
Fraught in the silent morning
As the squealing of a door?
Was it for the past a reckoning,
And to some beyond a beckoning?
====================© August 2013