Down the Lane--By Miranda Lloyd-Gregg--England

Down the Lane

We met in a silent place, as the dead lie undisturbed,

Our paths crossed and we both stood our ground.

Briefly, our eyes locked, one on the other, in a frozen stare.

I thought I saw the glimmer of a challenge in those yellow eyes,

Although I meant him no harm;

In this passing place, he had as much right as I.

Then turning aside, the fox slipped back into woods

And I continued down the lane.

Miranda Lloyd-Gregg is a member of Waterfront Writers. She lives in Plymouth near the Efford Crematorium and whilst the poem is imaginary, there are foxes in the nearby woods.