Fineen

I heard a cough

as if a thief was there

outside my sleep

a sharp intake of air



a fox in her fox-fur

stepping across

the grass in her black gloves

barked at my house



just so abrupt and odd

the way she went

hungrily asking

in the heart's thick accent



in such serious sleepless

trespass she came

a woman with a man's voice

but no name



as if to say: it's midnight

and my life

is laid beneath my children

like gold leaf

Alice Oswald

Wild but getting less so! Thaks to the Cailleach for putting the wildness into wednesday.