A fox replaced my dog
[momentarily] below a
hood of low brambles/
I took that uneven path
around my youngest’s
school to avoid fools &
cars – a quiet dog walk
but underlined – now –
by that beaked snout –
slouch of red pelt near
to Scout’s colour – spit
of white tips too/ Low &
mean in her halt as she
looked me up & down –
a bitch – I know vixens