Thursday, 27 November 2008
Foxy Boy
Last night at work, well actually at about 02:00 in the morning, we had a visitor in our building that we weren't expecting. Our car park shutter is in the middle of being installed and so there are just temporary barriers in place. I was in the control room when I noticed the lights come on in the car park, via tha cameras. There was a fox coming down the ramp. The lights almost frightened him off, but he came back and walked into the car park. He quickly ran into a corridor and up to the ground floor. I had to go and chase him out. It took a few minutes to get him to go where I wanted but he eventually went. He had to be the biggest fox I have ever seen though. It made for an entertaining half an hour anyway, the only event of the whole night.
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The Thought-Fox
I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.
Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:
Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now
Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come
Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business
Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
Ted Hughes
Wow, thanks. Not had poetry quoted on my comments before. Loved it. Cheers. You can come back whoever you are!!
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