Through Frosted Window, poetry by James Lilley at Spillwords.com
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Through Frosted Window

Though Frosted Window

written by: James Lilley

@jameslilley1411

 

At frosted window
cloudless Winter night
I stood watching the world
cradling my son
almost three in the morning
looking at white tipped grass blades
sway tenderly in breeze
Orb of moon appeared closer
shining on garden like a search light
all bathed in pale purest glow
shadows retreating to furthest
reaches of garden.
Orange blur slid beneath
undergrowth
treading lightly onto lawn
a snickering suspicious fox
with no cover
glowing yellow eyes fixed onto me
watching intently
my son chortles in the dark
dripping fangs grin back
dashing off into the night.

James Lilley

James Lilley

I am a 33-year-old husband and father of three. By day I work and engineer by night I am fully licensed bare-knuckle boxer and MMA fighter. I have written for many years but have not had anything published but recently I have taken writing a lot more seriously, enrolling in Creative Writing Part-Time degree. Have had some work accepted for publication for the first time during the lockdown.
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