The Fox At Sugar Creek

 

As silent as snow,

there he was, a thin

tail dangling

 

through his teeth. On a

sudden cue he

turned away

 

and darted into the woods

beyond a neighbor’s yard.

A mate perhaps,

 

asleep in a snow-covered

den, heaving

heavy sighs

 

with a swollen belly, dreaming

of field mice

and sparrow eggs.