Urban Fox

The Urban Fox

The rubbish bags are torn
This fox leaves tell-tale signs
Then barking so softly
Fills the night hours with whines

It seems a fight goes on
Is Ashley my cat crying?
I check her chair at midnight
Relieved I find her lying

At mid-day my cat goes out
On a very frosty morning
Then fox creeps into garden
In silence giving no warning

Horizontally it holds its tail
As big as a small dog
It boldy walks along the ground
While Ashley lies like a log.