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The fox stops; Lifts his head And howls once, Calling for his mate. He puts his head down With one ear up, But hears nothing; Save a nightingale Warbling it's soft lament. The fox looks into the night, With one paw lifted in mid step, But sees nothing; Save an owl Flitting through the trees In search of prey. The fox lifts his nose Into the midnight breeze, But smells nothing; Save a nearby boundary Marked out in the stale scent Of the local tom cat, Recently drowned while fishing For next door's goldfish. The fox neither knows this Nor cares, But he prowls, Lifts his head And howls but once, Forlornly, In respect for his dead. 27th April, 1992 |
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