Fox
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I watched the fox reclaim our street
and bask in sunny spot
where people used to meet.
He’s top dog now in open sight,
where once he slipped
between the shadows of the night,
between the bins, behind the wall,
between the street lamp’s yellow light.
No stealth now. No fuss. No fear at all.
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2020
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