Dog fox

Two sharp high-pitched barks,

Pierce a damp, cold, silent January night

Far away and then again nearer

Dog fox Is out looking for more fox

And starting to make the year turn.

While I huddle at home

With cold feet

Waiting for warmer weather

So I can complain about the heat.

I sit inside and virtually look out

Through a window which is not a window

I see cuttlefish taking intelligence tests

And the American judicial sausage machine

Forcing meth addicted meat into containers.

Then I try to pupate

Under a multi blanket cocoon

But I know I’ll never become a butterfly

I’ll just wake up older

Out in the dark

The dog fox barks again.