IN THE GLOAMING

When I saw it
It was bedraggled, unkept
It looked at me softly
It's soft eyes so sad
A fleeting connection
One thing good
In the bad

And there on the hilltop, in the
gloaming at dusk
The valleys stretched out in the
endless below
I felt the earth shift on its
desolate axis
And I sat down and cried
For all I didn't know

And the sky etched my tears
into streaks of red hue
And the wind whispered back
with deep darkening blue
On a hilltop, in the gloaming
Lonely valleys below
And I sat down and cried
for all I couldn't know

And I watched that old fox
as it hobbled away, and I ached
for that fox to stay with me, just
stay
But it looked at me softly
It's soft eyes so sad
A fleeting connection
One good thing, in the bad

M P 17/8/21