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Through Frosted Window

Though Frosted Window

written by: James Lilley



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
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.

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