Daughter/Mother and A Hare at Dusk

Cat! Big!
“There’s a fox! Look!”

No people.
“The fox doesn’t live with people.”

Light.
“The headlights scared it.”

Gone, Trees.
“The fox is gone, it lives with the trees.”

A hare at dusk

Sideways half light edges
through the grown-up conifers
in this vacant playground
and a blurred orange wind
ever so slowly swings.