REYNARD IN THE CITY


a scrawny fox-trot
skirts the high-rise;
hunting pink, its snout
smells human debris.

wary of legs and wheels
follows a vulpine map:
backalleys, culverts, stairwells, fencing -
its world of obstacles.

untamed denizen
of concrete haunts -
the face behind boxes,
gone in a glance.


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