Red Fox at Dawn

Sunbreak, the red fox 
	oozes from the forest
		freezes against the oaken 	

contemplates the chipmunks frisking
	unaware in my backyard. 			
		Watchful as a palace guard, 
			wary as a temple thief, 

white underside pressed against the grass 
	he begins his slow creep through the clover, 
		masked and dangerous, 			  					
			signals nothing.

Char-faced charlatan
	commands his role,
		tiny victim about to become
			a bit player
 in a passion play - 
	red fox, redeeming angel of death,
 		gathers his length, 

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