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.