Linda M. Fischer
The Red Fox

That hour when shadows prink
then dissemble in first light
I sit like a stone palmed by water,
waiting for the view from my window
to reassemble itself in living color,
and think myself lucky when I see
the red fox whose morning circuit
runs through backyards along the creek.

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