Memory of an Evening Fox
What judgment could I speak
To a sudden evening fox
Encountered among rain and rocks,
In an hour bluish and bleak,
With both of us out to seek
Appeasement according to need:
He for hunger, I for grief -
Why should I judge him thief
And brand his motive illicit greed,
Knowing us both of exile breed?
He stopped for query, I to stare
At copper shaped to dripping fur.
Immobile- in rain's saddened blur,
Each gave to each implicit share
Of deference that exiles bear.
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