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Autumn Fox

I saw the fox today crossing the square;

 She came towards me, stopped and turned

Casually, as if she'd learned

To ignore me, almost as if I wasn't there,

And then you call to tell me she's asleep

Across the pots behind the shed;

I wondered if she might me dead,

But no, she's dozing, by the compost heap.

Two summers gone, since last had a fox

Treat our garden as her own

Careless of the cats and grown

Contented as she sniffs the hollyhocks.

I wish I could take life as easily

Ignoring all the stuff that just might be.

Brian Hick October 2011

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