The fox in the morning was out in the road
It stood looking at me its eyes gleaming gold
The slight mist and darkness framed it's clear silhouette
And I thought it unusual a sight I will not forget
It seemed like hours that we engaged eyes
Although it was only moments as it too was surprised
I slowly walked over and its departure began
It disappeared down an alley of houses it ran
It was no country fox I saw - just a city living animal
Must be scavenging around and seeking it’s food
and I guess there are thousands all over this town?
Just that I’ve never seen one and I have been around
Are they good are they vermin I am really not sure
But I know I liked this one for its cocky stature
The fact is we all leave so much rubbish and waste
And a city fox needs food so it’s no big disgrace
The fox in the morning was out in the road
I hope that one day I will again see
Those golden eyes locked on me!
(2007)
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