There can be only one outcome.

The wind shifted as a new calm descended

Walking the winding road from the beach

The onset of calm somehow turned to chill in the air

The evening falling into night

Sky now becoming a dark azure colour

Lit only by a sliver of moon

Breath becoming visible indicated

Continued drop in temperature

Peace was palpable

The only sound, the scuff of feet

On lightly gravelled road

Minding his own business he sauntered on

Until a rustle in nearby hedging got his attention

Stopping, he stood stock still

Suddenly a fox cub emerged

Shot across the road into a nearby field

He, drew a deep breath amazed at its beauty

The sleekness of it coat, the fact it never glanced

On way or the other

He dug his hands deeper into his pockets and moved on.

Shortly after he heard the screech of brakes.

Poetry From The Man Shed

29/11/19