Time of the Fox

Posted by in Poems on Dec 8, 2011

I’ve seen these outlaws in my garden,

more independent than any cat,

 

their confident grins, bold refusal to run.

I saw one from the train

 

resting in the open daylight, inches

from the third rail. Would it burn him?

 

No, he knew that element too well.

When I saw those amber eyes

 

full of cold wit, I knew

that evil has renounced stupidity,

 

and hungry shadows flit through the park railings,

rustling outside our open windows,

scratching at our unlocked doors.