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by Peter Davison

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Also by Peter Davison:
You (2000)
Best Friend (2000)
These Days (2000)
Falling Water (1998)
No Escape (1997)
On Mount Timpanagos, 1935 (1997)
"I Hardly Dream of Anyone Who Is Still Alive" (1995)
The Unfrocked Governess (1994)
The Passing of Thistle (1989)
The Obituary Writer (1974)
Gifts (1965)
The Winner (1958)

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As I followed my road,
the atmosphere altered
into a susurrus under the pines
and took shape in the lightfoot
lope of a rapt fox
a red and ragged vixen
absorbed in her intentions
taking no notice that
I was about to cross
her path. Closing fast
catlike or rather foxlike
in concentration she
pursued a faint
trail across the road
under a fallen tree
toward the kits in her lair
coming from the lake
her belly full of water
nose half lowered
to where deer
showed. The ground
reeked with the odors
of forest traffic
as her track led
away into the woods.

Copyright © 1997 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved.
The Atlantic Monthly; February 1997; Like No Other; Volume 279, No.2; page 76.

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