Fox Country

A porch light
cracks the darkness
between the corner of my house
and the eyes of the predators

This is fox country,
their carcasses litter the roads,
their tails fly on the aerials of speeding pickup trucks

One was lynched by a chicken pen
as a warning to the others

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