1 Poem
Janna Knittel
The Fox
This morning I am burying a fox
found next to the trail
through Talahi Woods.
Whatever snared him,
no blood, not a mark
tells the story.
Once electrified, each hair
from nose to tail now rests.
I blanket his body with fallen leaves.
He is quickly gone,
his russet coat designed
for autumn camouflage.
If only I could shatter
into leaves and dust
while he sprang forth,
coat and tail aflame,
to disappear inside fall foliage.
"The Fox" was a finalist for the 2018 Up North Poetry Prize.