A White Fox in Camouflage The wind is in the key of coldness. It barks as trees argue with the wind, starved by its conversation. There, perched on branches, winter birds and other wings, where birds know there is warmth below the snow. The trees suck at dark layers, the sun pulled up by its roots, and a white fox hides behind its whiskers. And it barks.
These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts “a fox-gazelle” and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) “truth/dare” November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Images are ©Misky, and created using AI-Midjourney.