..cross foxes..

sometimes
as I sure many do

i stand and watch
the leaves come gentle down
no sound

and with luck and twilight
the bats arc out
geometric flight

tell no one
all is protected and rightly so

we are creatures of the night
one way or other

up the road by the foxes crossing
lights
protect them from the road

low light
i have that here
deep windows

enough to see
gently
for me gently works best these days