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Urban Fox

You are up too early for me

            But you have been here

Your small deposit left behind

            Next to the gate is clear

As instantaneous calling card

            Insisting that I know

That you are still about the place

            Though reluctant to show

Yourself now that dog walkers

            Are out to take the air.

So when you've fed and scratched yourself

            You simply disappear.

And I am left with just this pile

            Drying in the sun

Until the night, when you'll return

            To do another one.

Brian Hick September 2012

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