Fox and goose and horse

Fox and Goose and Horse

silently one night
the fox we loved in thoery
ripped through the live feathers bones flesh
discarding them in the paddock opposite our
window.

"Why does the goose always always follow
the horse?" she asks.

"The fox got the others" I reply.

We watch the white form,strutting to keep in
touch.
I turn from the window and cry for it's loss.