Falling up (for Andy Jackson)

Falling up - Tash Adams


midnight fox

yellow-brown eyes
burn from a thick-red pelt
his lean body hidden

ears erect
fleet feet and wild
sharp whiskered muzzle

he offers pursuers
a challenging chase
keeps rodents in check

everywhere and nowhere
leaves a hint of musk
flatters birds with a glance

they tip their heads back
drink wine that sparkles
like suburban lights
reflected in his gimlet eye

the fox strikes midnight
pouncing from urban shadows
a quick kill is a good kill

wipes his whiskers
under the constant watch
of his predecessor
taxidermy stuffed prone

red duster tail
elliptical glass eyed
above the bar
that bears his name

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