Kitsune walked alone hunting in the woods
Kami, in her foxy silver fur, she stood
Thinking about something good to eat
She began her nightly beat.
She met a moonbeam rippling on the ground
Thought that would be her evening prey …
She crouched down low ready to bound …
Waiting to strike, just before the break of day.
It fluttered for a moment,
magnificent in its struggle,
then wilted and lay still.
Kitsune, jumped but it was too late.
The moonbeam gone she shook her head
Wondering if perhaps it was dead.
She set off again to stalk the night
Wondering about that silver light.
I’m terribly late this week…to make my entry for the Speakeasy. So, I’ve jotted this idea, and may develope it sometime later.