Fantastic Mr. Fox

A Snowy Night

On a snowy night,
over the quiet, settled snow,
the fox who always walks alone
left his first footprints
here and there.

He climbed onto the roof,
stepped softly on the snow,
walked around for a while like a king,
then lightly jumped the wall
and disappeared.

To my tired heart,
he left a small comfort,
and went away calmly.

Thank you, my Mr.fox.
You don’t know me,
you didn’t even notice me,
but I am glad you were there.

I want to be nature like you.
I want to wander,
as if I am hunting.
I want to step lightly on rooftops like you,
without a sound.

On a sleepless night,
will you call me again?

*these are my own photography *