See a fox lit by the moonlight,
trying to outrun the night.
All he dreams is to find
a way to keep his pups alive.
To find food to help his family thrive.
The fox bolts down deserted alleys.
Late night moonlight is cast
as he hunts for scraps.
Remnants of meals consigned to the dustbins of the past.
A banquet to him; his stomach growls
as the cold night wind howls.
The sly fox spies a figure standing.
Friend or foe, enemy or ally?
No way to tell, no evil glint in his eye,
nor angel wings ready to fly.
So, the fox makes a swift escape,
to get away from this latest scrape.
Grabbing what he can like a thief,
measly meal clenched between his teeth.
Shaking he quakes and makes for the chain link fence gaping,
running as if hell had awakened.
As if zombies lurked on every corner,
he moved in horror,
like a bolt of lightning tearing the sky apart.
Legs ache but food won't find itself
and this cunning fox is hard to outsmart.
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Kyle.
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