Okay, kids (and I don't mean goat babies)!

I'm going out on a limb here and putting up a poem that I wrote for my class. I showed to a couple people and the response was ho-hum, but you know what? They're Philistines. No, they have valid opinions, but I like this guy, so read it and enjoy. Or hate it. Art's suppose to make you feel something so I hope some kind of emotion goes through your body. 

An Almost Empty Countryside

In the beginning of late October

A thick cooling settles in the trees,

Wo shiver, still holding their leaves

Here is a Fox, a thin snout and waist

Walking about the tired grass

The darkened road kept cold with vacancy

No destination begged an urgency

The small paws step searchingly

'Round roots, from tree to field

The Fox cries a sharp, loud: "Wow-wow-wow!"

A loose arrow with no target, 

     it sinks its tip into the cooling dirt

having found no one to listen

the darkened road kept cold with vacancy

No destination begged an urgency

The Fox begins to wander

For food, for friends,

For anything—

And Here:

The darkened road kept cold with vacancy

No destination begged an urgency

The Fox's weak-feathered hope

Brings him on the tarred-tongue road

Well a well placed cliche

Motors its steel grille into paper mache bones

And Now:

The Fox's blood-paint crawls

Like water looking for a stream, thinking—

"It was all so one-sided!"