The hungry Stranger

He stood there in the snow Flakes flying eyes aglow Slowly, gently ,like lace the whirlwind of white Blanketed o’r his face Treading through the mess, walking gracefully He turned and stared at something invisible to me. I stared off into the distance, through the tangled and glistening wood What I saw startled me and I became rooted to where I stood. He tried to run and it turned into a dance This fight for life became his only chance The creature from the forest saw him as he fled But within moments the shining fox was dead A river of blood cam flowing From its head the wound was showing That bullet forever muted the fox That once stood before me, greatly like an ox The murderer stepped forward, trying to claim its catch Suddenly it seemed that I had met my match. I was surprised suddenly to see A young girl of twelve standing before me Clothed to match the snow, with hair as black as ink As I got a closer look and decided what to think, I saw the tattered, stained and torn Garment she was wearing, without shame or scorn A great amount of pity bubbled in my chest I had nothing to give her, not even a vest. I felt for this child Who seemed so sweet and mild Glancing down at the corpse near me and up at the pale grey sky The huntress timidly stepped forward, like me she was shy Our eyes met for an instant and I didn’t know what to say She picked up the fox and then quickly ran away I won’t forget ever the stranger, who I met during my walk on this frigid day.