Fox

I saw the fox again last night
crossing the road from Vauxhall Park.
He looked at me. I looked at him.
I’m not Ted Hughes, but in the dark

I found myself imagining
I was the fox, the fox was me  –
that from a fox’s point of view
what’s the point of poetry?

Tom Vaughan

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Tom Vaughan would be pleased to hear them.