stands lined out against a slender tree,
tail flagging high, nose lifted to test
the nighttime air, bright eyes opening
onto a dark, sad wisdom.
Stealth, cunning, death, and the Devil,
says the plaque beside the print,
but the fox has nothing to hide,
no fear of circumstances beyond the grave.
Its cleverness shows a cleaner cunning
than the conniving human kind,
and we, not she, must own
the deviltries of this world.
*Fox by Rudy Pozzotti
T. Allen Culpepper