Shannon Joy Wazny lives in a city in the middle of Canada where the seasons and nature demand attention. She has become a quiet person who writes. Shannon enjoys reading her poetry online in a virtual world and is grateful to all those who inspire and amuse her. Shannon has been previously published in Shot Glass Journal and The Fib Review.
Shannon Joy Wazny
The red fox ran directly west between the seemingly endless rows of late August corn which stood taller
than a farmhand. He was chasing his shadow cognizant of the situation. For one second he froze when night
arrived in the middle of the day dissolving his silhouette upon the soil. He heard crickets; then the fox
did what he does best, he adapted. He took in the world in this new light, hearing an owl question the darkness.
He forgot his shadow game and raced in frantic, ever-expanding circles through the cornstalks alert for prey.
The crepuscular rabbit emerged from his burrow into this momentary unusual twilight.
Only the more cunning animal saw daylight again.
summer sultry dawn
crickets interrupt morning
stars needed to shine