Foxlight

When families are tucked up in bed
and the city light fades
comes time to hunt
red fur flaring in a back alley
keen mind whetted
bright and sharp
snuffle among upturned bins
containing all the dirty secrets
of mankind brought to bear
chew on a stale idea
transformed into a fresh meal
the hunger for knowledge
is never satisfied
carry morsels away
to mewling pups desperate
for scraps no one else wants
protect, protect
surviving on the fringes
shouldn’t have to be so hard
the city is an animal
howling for a great loss
and you are one of many
pawing among the bins,
the landfills, the cess pools
for a way back to what once was

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