Still half asleep, not quite awake.
Thinking a dream, my body does quake.
Reach into air, just above my chest.
Bundle of fur, laughing I find there.
I slowly drag myself from my dream, caressing what I thought to be a dog.
I hear child giggles, opening my eyes and clearing the fog.
Low and behold, no dog at all, a red fox at play.
Silver tipped and giggling away.
I sit up rapidly as the fox rolls to ground.
Silent and large-eyed with merely no sound.
Then out of nowhere a gleaming black raven.
Lands on my shoe-top as if it be heaven.
I manage to tongue trip out “and who might you be?”
“Rachel,” the fox replies back giddy with glee “This is my friend Maggie,” adding pleasantly.
“Here to light your way, gifted from the ancients.”