Reynard appears from behind a car, a mystery
carcass dangling from salivating jaws.
He pauses eyeing us with wary wondering
eyes. Are we a threat? Should he withdraw?

Our curious eyes return his look, where did
his meal come from? No doubt he stole it in
the veiling dark: embolded burglary from
a plate, or salvage from an upturned bin?

We read each others questioning looks and stay
awhile until resolved we walk away.

A dusk encounter in an evening stroll.
(17.04.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
Photo by Tim ten Cate on Unsplash