City Fox

Born into trouble and a life spent running,
‘Fucking vermin’ spat angrily through gritted teeth,
Despised for her wit, her instinct and cunning,
Forever on the outside, behind and beneath.

A world away from her red country brothers,
Starvation and traffic are her huntsman and hound,
A mess of matted fur, of mange and dull colours,
The city her prison, a bleak battleground.

Her earth has no earth, just a void amongst concrete,
Survival of her cubs is her only intent,
A litter amid litter, a life on the back streets,
Roadkill and junk food give scant nourishment.

Mother, protector, teacher and provider.
The urban fox, the eternal outsider.

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