Fleeting cunning fox

Fleeting cunning fox

Silent, then booming, like a drum

A crack in shattered glass

The separation between waves and the shore

The blue vein in your arm

The gentle brush stroke created by an artist

The instructions made by a conductor with his baton

The drawings made by a young child

The edge of a maple leaf

The air of an argument

The spark when a match strikes its box

The lines in the pavement

The silhouette of a eucalyptus tree

The sudden flash between happiness to anger

It’s the fleeting cunning fox bursting through the grey clouds and rain