Mikaela Castledine #128 A Fox Is In The Garden

A fox is in the garden

crossing the wild top corner

where the fence is down

carrying his delicate bones

smoothly articulating in his pelt

disregarding the daylight to pause

and reset his callibrations

synchronising every triggerset hair

and walking on circumspect through the clover

tasting the damp smell of hidden things

the gouging rot of wood fall

where marsupials pouch

going to earth waiting for the night 
to come and release them all sweetly warm

into his jaw