Fox of the wild that bayed
the night
and in the dawn
early dawn
in the direction of the city-town
sped restless and hungry
were you not sated?
night did not provide
prey or not enough?
desperation makes the fox
run inside the city-town:
the wild is left behind him
but for convenience only -
the raw shines in his eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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