The Red Fox

under the speckled full moon,
just before the chill of June
a silhouette pads silently on crumpled leaves
slinking soundlessly through the trees
he circles a rabbit, fear in its eyes
with one savage blow, in his claws it dies
now it's enough to feed the skulk
now it's time to head on back
into the shadows, he trods back home
under the moonlight the way he is shown
blades of grass tickle his paws
bits of rock get stuck between his claws
a bloody mess in his mouth
back to his burrow which is south