Plodding through
with paws on soil
familiar grove
so shapeless, royal

with searching smell
past noise of flowers
for something food
to be devoured

but what is this-
a silver net-
that halts the quest
without intent?

will trace the wall
until it's found.
a pre-made hole
dug in the ground

the perfect size
for silver fox
to crawl inside
be shook by rocks

a great expanse
of flattened stone
revealed by God
who calls this home.

And how absurd..
there's so much space,
strange trees of light,
and stench of waste

this is no place
for silver fox
crawl back outside.
forget the rocks.