URBAN FOX(Seen from the window)

You hurry in rainfall
Slink low, keep moving.
A memory of huntsmen
Even in the city.

My hope follows
That you won’t feel cold
Or hungry.
That you will find a resting
place,
Suffer no cruelty.

Your tail brushes the ground.
You vanish!

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