Surviving the last of the sun with two lonely foxes
We miss the sun
It won't be back
The beach is empty
No turning back
The global clock
will not chime
We missed our chance
There is no next time.
The sun never came up
so it couldn't go down.
We walked to town
everyone's gone.
Two foxes appeared
at our back door again
hungry, exhausted,
We took them in.
We shared the last
of the bread we baked
and the water we hauled
from a frozen lake.
The wind picked up
The power went out
Four of us huddled
under a blanket...peace out.
A Collection of Voices from Around the World is more than just a poetry compilation. It is a partnership of poets from around the globe brought together by an internet poetry forum. That forum, poetrypages.com, has been the home of many a fine poet s
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