Suburban Fox
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There’s a fox on my street
eating up the cats at night…
and in the morning, there’s
nothing left but a smile.
Teeth hide teeth in rows
behind black lips and red
eyebrows …and when it
snows, a tail covers a body.
Boots stalk the football field
after the Friday night games…
and small Voles, blind during
the days, sneak through holes…
They never see two moons in
milky eyes. They never see that
face. And they’re snatched. One
after the next …the fox grows fat.
Laziness is a burden carried by
the owners of heavy hearts…and
for all he does right, Voles feel like
not enough. During the day, we
play football in the street…and on
the front lawn of one end zone, he
stands alert and alone, no dark to
help him run. No one notices, just
another forward pass in Autumn…
just humans being human.
