the sly red fox
with
red eyes in the shrubbery
at the end
of the court.
hunched
as he does,
his heart
pounding,
in the cool silence,
ready to rush what
i set out,
once i'm gone
and the door
closes.
they learn, they listen,
they watch.
unlike us
with our mouths aflutter,
our eyes peeled to
our phones, in a
perpetual sleep walk.
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