Urban Foxes

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Feb 5, 2022
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Rose Malone

The foxes are taking over, coming in

from the wild ditches and the clinging smell

of alleyways. Their slender, velvet feet

leave imprints on domesticated grass.

Their thin, insolent faces challenge us.

Anxiety flares over the gold-rimmed edge

Of heirloom china. Are they here to stay?

What if they stay and wildness overcomes

our gilded lives? What if it pixelates

our zoomed and filtered images of ease,

and clouds curated pictures of success?

What if our lives are mirrored in their eyes?

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