Sleekly seeking through
silken fog enshrouded streets.
Head blurs left then right and back again.
Eyes devouring everything they can.
Listens to the wind howl,
to sounds imperceptible to man.
Let's out a growl and leaps into action.
An orange stroke of paint
against the slate black night.
Smeared, it blends
into the bending shadows
beyond the streetlights.
Stealthily surveys his surroundings,
listening to the first pings of rain.
A world at his feet.
A gold tinted ghost fading into the lanes.
Dissolves into the side streets,
unseen by most. An orange stain,
then just a memory
for only the pavements to toast.
Beside the takeaway,
closed for the night,
finds his prize.
A smile crosses vulpine eyes.
Fills his stomach,
his hunger replete
and back into the night
his tawny feet retreat.
If you look deep into the darkness,
you may see him,
his piercing eyes staring back.
Say hi, he is only out for a snack.
As you sleep,
he keeps watch over the night.
Lets his feet take flight
under the moonlit sky.
Thanks for reading
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