When evening turns to darkest night <br />And stars are in the sky <br />When the garden’s swathed in silver light <br />That’s when my fox comes by <br /> <br />You will not hear a sound he makes <br />His feet are velvet plush <br />When from my hand the food he takes <br />I feel the gentlest touch <br /> <br />When first he came - I saw the fear <br />In those soft questioning eyes <br />But slowly over time - a year <br />My friend’s become so wise <br /> <br />When he comes up to me so near <br />I think that he can tell <br />That he is loved and safe right here <br />And that I wish him well <br /> <br />I'm so grateful for this moonlit tryst <br />It's always a delight <br />It's something I would not have missed <br />This friendship in the night <br /> <br />copyright Victoria George<br /><br />VICTORIA GEORGE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fox-whisperer/
