Vulpine Night


Fox weaves and overlays
the restless complexities
of his habitual rounds
a geometric web to bind
it all together, pin it down
against the night wind’s ravages
and if you are weak or meat
our little savage scout
will sniff you out
map-maker, interloper
who’s to say that what he makes
of all our mess and noise
is not more sense than us
with metal, plastic, electronic toys.

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