By Fionnuala Ní Gheannáin
Soft fur tufted
Harsh winters slumber pale echo of transitory memory
Lush fruit of frosted morn cracks and bursts
In Narrow maw and then
Aware in silence turns – steady – stealth of ages
Juice dripping, swallows, advances, propelled in mind
Soft wet rivers inlaid in white furr’d spindles
Looks golden reflection
Beyond conjoined though
Noiseless, wordless, silent – Fox!
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