Waiting for Fox

I stare
at the frozen
pond
a blank
canvas
waiting
for the fox
to come trotting
across
the unmarked
snow.

I cannot
press a button
or click a mouse
touch a screen
and have it
appear.

I must wait
minutes, hours, days
perhaps,even a lifetime
before
one breathless moment
a figure
will emerge
from the shadows
on the bank
and trot
before
my eyes.