The fox

God knows what snakes wait inside him,

In sly coils hiding springs,

Waiting for the vulnerable warmth,

The busy naivety

And fresh enthusiasm.

“Of course I can help you”, says the fox.

And in the corners of his eyes hyenas crouch.

They almost betray him with their scruffy yelping.

And the wind recedes in sighs.

And the darkness hangs hope high on a hilltop.