Fox Fur Kiss

Fox Fur Kiss

A fox’s fur mats in freezing rain
Petrichorate sugars stick and stock
Smoothing down the filaments

On the watch for pastries to put
Fire maple ingredients on a recipe
With olive toppings

They hunt all night
For the nocturnal treats
When predators are asleep

A fox ambushes prey
What delicacies smaller than itself
It might capture and eat

With what mate the fox fur kisses
The feast’s recipient
Is made known

The foxes don’t hunt in packs
They pairbond lives in solitary
Surviving together by themselves

Made whole with a breakfast
Of sweet matted fur coats
And the seized doughy prey

In granules of powder following
The tired fox couple were
Steps to a lived-in den

Little paws treading the sugars
Petrichorate dampness surrounding
The tracks the foxes left in wake

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

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