David S.

Poem for the Fox

Franz Marc, 1913

I wake early on Sunday
read Mary Oliver
watch a cardinal
skip, hop, skip
across the wet patio

The brown fox
with bushy white bob-tail
stalks between houses
so familiar the dogs don’t bark

Old forest long-gone,
the sly fox adapts to city life

Paradox: City is greener, quieter
than the…