Love’s tangled web

Last night the fox was back
         I heard it in the early hours
there still was the faint patter
         of rain on the skylight
and the sound of the fox
         coming from the end of the garden
from a fox lying no doubt
         under the elderberry

It was a lone voice performing
         an aria one might say
to unrequited love :
         foxes are natural musicians
and it is common for them
         to sing their hearts out

Like the rest of us
         a fox knows that life goes on
that one day follows another
         and that love is more than an event
love is a radical change
         it can mean family and roots
different responsibilities
         but it sweetens the days and nights

Yes
         love is a boisterous beauty
that moves the soul to song
         and in love it seems
that nothing is as it seems
         it is a table for two and a rhapsody
in the dead hours before the dawn
         breaks into another day

John Lyons