Rose Malone
The foxes are taking over, coming in
from the wild ditches and the clinging smell
of alleyways. Their slender, velvet feet
leave imprints on domesticated grass.
Their thin, insolent faces challenge us.
Anxiety flares over the gold-rimmed edge
Of heirloom china. Are they here to stay?
What if they stay and wildness overcomes
our gilded lives? What if it pixelates
our zoomed and filtered images of ease,
and clouds curated pictures of success?
What if our lives are mirrored in their eyes?
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