“PETS” 21 Nov 1999

In the garden I found
just yards apart
the fox club and his mother
cold. rotted. with hunger.

I fed them. Left water out
watched the cub watching me
through living room windows
this summer

they lay where they fell
asleep in ferns and then
one found the other
and surrendered to the weather

I put on my gloves and thought
‘this isn’t really me’
as I moved their bodies on
like the mice I found
in the garden last year

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