I like Jane Hirshfield’s spare but potent Zen-ish poetry:
And so I add this about our wonderful place among the dunes
with three foxes, a coyote, a black bear and some grumpy
I’m told we have three foxes
in our dune-hood (or is it theirs?)
by the big lake.
I’ve only seen one — limping
on three legs
headed up the street.
She has a story to tell
but does not speak.