Fox

Sorting through tinnitus,

I heard the fox tonight.

Last deep time I knew 

She was here, 

She red on blind snow

Hauled herself through drifts;

I know she was headed for 

The den under

The threshing floor,

I think two years ago.

Maybe there were kits,

I never knew, and

Maybe now

Rebalancing.

Although I'm not sure how, 

Spring is coming out there.