The Burned Church [1CH]

u'The Thought Fox<br><br>I imagine this midnight moment\u2019s forest:<br>Something else is alive<br>Beside the clock\u2019s loneliness<br>And this blank page where my fingers move.<br><br>Through the window I see no star:<br>Something more near<br>Though deeper within darkness<br>Is entering the loneliness:<br><br>Cold, delicately as the dark snow,<br>A fox\u2019s nose touches twig, leaf;<br>Two eyes serve a movement, that now<br>And again now, and now, and now<br><br>Sets neat prints into the snow<br>Between trees, and warily a lame<br>Shadow lags by stump and in hollow<br>Of a body that is bold to come<br><br>Across clearings, an eye,<br>A widening deepening greenness,<br>Brilliantly, concentratedly,<br>Coming about its own business<br>Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox<br><br>It enters the dark hole of the head.<br>The window is starless still; the clock ticks,<br>The page is printed.'