Fox's ears jut up, crown-like,
her hair slapped down,
a 1920's flapper, a girl attending
her first job interview.
Fox's tail, a pampas grass plume,
stretches jauntily behind as she prances along,
1960's beach beauty.
Fox's snout is vole-like,
her belly snowy as any house-proud
tabby cat's. She lopes across the moor,
wolf-like; jumps in the air, impala-fashion;
throws a mouse into the clouds,
like a catnip toy.
Fox is a jackal at sunset,
caterwauling at the stars,
combing dimly-lit
suburban streets.
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