When the Snows Come and the Cunning Fennec Fox

When the Snows Come

     When the snows come

and the dreams that follow

     When you rest your head beside

my heart, old and wise

     And we listen for the Owl

in the barn next to us

     And we whisper of the solemn look

we agree she wears, as she peers

     Over the little owlets, cheeping

      We imagine what the field mice dream

of in the cold rafters – the old one-eyed cat that adopted

      first you then me . . .

We wondered what sensation felt

      as the raptor meets the rodent in the dark-

and then I remember and remind you

Of a saker and her fox

      Do you, you ask me

Love me still as I lie here old and wrinkled

      On your white chest . . .

     and I, a quarter century older

than my father ever was

     and I love you, I tell you, because

we did all of this together

     because you had just

a little bit of faith

    

     In the Idea of Us . . .

5 August 2012