The Two Foxes

Restless Winter arrives with all its force,
blustering and blowing everything off course.
As the wind and rain attacks the street light
a fox barks demandingly out in the wild night.
The piercing urgency of the call turns my skin
my sympathetic heart then beats faster within.
I press my face to the glass straining my eyes,
like an echo an answer comes, to my surprise.
From the shadows a head appears above a ditch
I spot a furtive figure I guessed to be the b*tch.
Her mate tried to join her in his one track mind
the deadly motorway bustle was all he could find.
The little vixen danced unbridled in her terror,
I watched with unbelieving eyes in guilty horror.
In death he crawled to the central reservation
she tried to get to him in seasoned frustration.
Now no more will that haunting call fill the sky
I stand in witness and ask aloud “Why God, Why?”
My favoured window grows misty with my breath
as two more suburban foxes lie discarded in death!

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