(A Variation on the Sonnet)
Sly fox walks down in darkest woods – at night,
at home, he hunts. Agile. Silence gives rise
to Tawny owl’s short hoot. Eerie moonlight
begins to brighten shadows. Slowly eyes
adjust. Perfect vision reflects despite
low light. Unearthly timbre. Family cries
for food as vixen protects. Reynard’s last bite.
New dawn, new day as yellow creatures prise
the earth below metal jaws. Tearing might.
As trees begin to fall concrete belies
nature’s allure. His cubs and vixen take flight.
Human disease persists – Nature’s demise?
The country fox prevails – adapts – becomes
urban, his home now yards. Does man succumb?