That Sly Fox Time

And the fox standing there beside me,
Upright in his fishnet stockings,
Smoking a pipe....

Tired and sleepy, an old checked shirt
thrown across the foot of the bed,
wings of lead, a day spent peering
into wall cavities, recording cracks
and taking moisture readings, then
finishing urgent reports. This too is life.
On the side of my wardrobe hangs
a pair of black fairy wings.
This too is life.

Step by
Step by
Step by
Step we
Walk towards
The end
Of it.
Come aplenty
We ignore them.

Step by
Step. Until
The steps
Run out.