The Fox

We sit before,

The large glass pane,

And wait,

For The Fox;

(Foxy, as we call him/her.)
Always nervous,

Cautious, even when gobbling,

Always looking for, expecting more,

Tarrying only for long enough.
Today, though, it rains,

Heavily – and Foxy appeared once, quite early,

And then no more,

Hiding out from the down-pour,

Waiting for more conducive weather,

To find the food we leave.

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