The breath of a small red
fox was sucked out
in a mossy woods near Lake Champlain.
A wild dog tore it,
or maybe a rifle shook it once
sharply and it dropped. Maybe the
dog came later.
Near the neck wound, three varnished
carrion beetles chew,
do their valuable work.
The fox's fur is still soft;
its color is of peaches
burning, of apples thrown at the sun.
Attending the fox which was here,
I wait, telling myself,
I'll leave when the sun drops
through that lowest hemlock
branch on the hill.
And long after a soft darkness
has filled the grove,
I walk home,
my eyes full of red.
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