document.write("I imagine this midnight moment\\\'s forest:<br />Something else is alive<br />Beside the clock\\\'s loneliness<br />And this blank page where my fingers move.<br /><br />Through the window I see no star:<br />Something more near<br />Though deeper within darkness<br />Is entering the loneliness:<br /><br />Cold, delicately as the dark snow,<br />A fox\\\'s nose touches twig, leaf;<br />Two eyes serve a movement, that now<br />And again now, and now, and now<br /><br />Sets neat prints into the snow<br />Between trees, and warily a lame<br />Shadow lags by stump and in hollow<br />Of a body that is bold to come<br /><br />Across clearings, an eye,<br />A widening deepening greenness,<br />Brilliantly, concentratedly,<br />Coming about its own business<br /><br />Till, with sudden sharp hot stink of fox<br />It enters the dark hole of the head.<br />The window is starless still; the clock ticks,<br />The page is printed.");