27 July 2008. While sifting through the piles and piles of schoolwork that kids brought home, I found this poem. By some reason, I took care to type it up. And a good thing too, since we didn’t keep most of those papers. Not a single character was changed.
21 December 2016. On the longest night of the year, found this poem again.
The Black Fox
Slipping over the rocks,