Urban Fox
I am an Urban Fox
In human form , I know
A paradox.
I trot along my daily trail
And wag my bushy tail
With my disguise it’s no
Surprise, that people
Greet me all but one
As finest company
And really fun.
But; a ruddy Red Coat
On a horse, with brassy
Bugle and hard hat
Of course, does follow
Me around; with malign
Intent on ending my
Amazing day, in the
Jaws of his bloodhound.
I like to hide in coffee shops
He cannot see me there
With my disguise and human
Form, they let me in
But bloodhounds stay outside!
Ruddy Red Coat, poised
Perplexed, his Bugle
Ain’t much use, in
Streets as filled
With traffics din
The hunt that won’t begin
Has made him vexed!
Then later on when
Red Coats gone, I
Return to my natural
Tune. I trot along
And sing my song
To the cities night time
Moon!
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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