Athena, Holding Your Hair, Whispering In Your Ear

For me a few are enough, one is enough, none is enough. This is not for the many, but for you. We are audience enough for each other.

A tawny shape, bunched up and low,
so still, but poised to flee.
Sewer Fox, where will you go?
Into the earth? Or up a tree?

Or down the drain? anew? again?
Sewer Fox, what do you eat,
when safe now in your concrete den,
secret beneath the streets?

Sewer Fox you're wise to run
(still squinting in the midday light)
from howling dogs and burning sun,
to live and feast by night.