Vulpes

The sly little devil lets out the murderous shriek.
The sound feeds slyly on bemused walls,
like the creature, it roams freely
in jagged darkness.
Unlike his shriek, he cannot be free,
He must always be wary, always alert;
clinging at darkness.

Suddenly he makes a dash for life-
a predator of persimmon.
Feeling his way across manned territory,
The Moon is not the only power exposing him,
He is the uncanny figure blurred with hate, demise and
evil.
Blind Ignorance is powerful.

Misunderstood, he latches at life,
at darkness; never freedom,
he can never find that Kind Freedom,
Yet Kind Freedom is what will eventually end his
life.

The sly little devil lets out his last cry.
As he falls on his side,
he finds
no ground to land on,
no comfort of death,
only the sick misfortune of his short, meaningless
life.