A fox came to my door
on a cold January night
and I opened it and waved
him in But he stayed outside
So I left it open and placed
food and drink just inside
But he held his ground
I stepped back to give him space
But he made no move to come
into the warmth So I stepped
outside locked the door securely
and followed the fox away from
my door and into the night
A January Warmth
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About the Author
Bill McCloud is a poetry editor for the Right Hand Pointing literary journal and is the poetry reviewer for Vietnam Veterans of America. His poetry book, The Smell of the Light, reached #1 on The Oklahoman’s “Oklahoma Bestsellers List." His poems have appeared in Oklahoma Today and the Oklahoma English Journal. He is a faculty member of William Bernhardt’s annual WriterCon, presenting sessions on writing and publishing poetry.
