foxing

 



hop and skip and don’t needto look at herto know. what she’s thinking. 

orange all over and front facing, front. looking but two ofus and one of him. hungry or confused but either way he is thirstyso. we take a drink. hopping and skipping around the pool we. move quick onground. she bounces and i. hop

not allowed to go this far. my mother never goes. anywhere so. neither do i. drink. bathe alittle. he can’t watch both of us. she can’t see me now, but she’s with me. my partner we. find ourselves naturally. in yellow season with orange and fox and cold. the wateris cold but feels. nice. on our feathers. 

he makes a move at me. i wing out. too close. she jaws and lunges and peck at hischin. he didnot like that. too close he. bites back and she. moves. swift and quick i am watching her inthe water fly up the tree. the game is. over. she’s found. something. and asks to fly away. 

he makes ago again and i. wing. he jaws and i scream. why did shego that far? i think she thinks she is. in danger. his teeth are bright and clean with muddy gums. he is. fed up. he goes at me. jawing. i hop. back. he makes a nose unlike speak. i donot like it. i jaw at. him he clips my. wing. 

it’s okay not to fly. sometimes air is too heavy. sometimes it gets hot. here it is getting colder before the season of white and cold and robin. will look at me intruding their isolation. i fall. big now. littling myself. crashing. hardly flight.

i feign death and helets melive. good corpses, haunched on our backs, like the night birds. i slouch through this. bramble place. mother does not know where i am. nor does mother.
i beat. and it hurts. no one near to bathe me. the water is too cold now, too far away i miss. the air. i hope he does not. find me. can he smell. me. from this far. i. can’t see where to next. 

the bush. moves and shuffles — i hope it is her. we will live like this. higher, elsewhere, safer. i hope. it is her. but i can’t see. one eye at a time and my neck. isn’t moving. 

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