The Urban Fox comes out at night,
And shelters through the day,
He finds a safe spot out of sight,
In which to hide away.
If it is dusk, he has more trust,
He’s confident, cock sure
This time of night is a delight,
Has a certain strange allure.
So what is it that you’ve thrown away,
That brings him to your door?
A carcass or stale canapé?
Once eaten, he’ll want more!
The Urban fox comes out at night,
Searching for delicious things,
Don’t leave a feast for this strange beast,
Largesse disaster brings.
© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016