Foxes, legends tell us, reveal themselves to
the foolish and fey – malicious tricksters,
bent on magical hijinks, cruel seducers,
If a fox could speak, it would laugh and ask:
What beats man for blithe malice and cruelty?
What worse deceit than weaving myths to
Punishment for a fool is to see in the suburbs this flash of russet fur, these eyes of amber, and not feel – more than magic – a mending. Wildness recovered