Undecided fox,
Curious fox,
A swaying candelabra
Of staring
Before the unusual freeze.
The instant where
Language is senseless,
Engrossing and twitching,
A visage in stasis,
A glance framed by fire.
Hours in seconds,
A crackling of sorts,
In a bright light of greyness
Something has broken,
Maybe he’s just
A rain-cloud alive.
