Fox

Laura Lush
From:   Carapace. (Palimpsest Press, 2011).

When the fox died,
The whole forest died.
What was it about the fox?
Clever, for sure; wit enough
To hole all of his wrecked body
In dirt. Every now and then, that tail---
Spuriously red, flashing through the trees.
Damn pretty shame
Of it all.

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