I am changed since I was seen in spring From that great season of fetch and carry I was thin and tufted from the moult Do you know me as I skip through hedges Behold my fresh attire Black, white and russet like the leaves that Tumble through the ditches Do you know these dainty paws that trot Through bracken and tussock Do you see me dance and prance and play? Do you feel my mischief that may Borrow items you think you own and Install them in my burrow home? I am pricking black ears. Do you recognise me? I am dancing daintily under the trees Crepuscular beauty in the silence of dawn Nibbler of brambles, digger in lawns Scavenger, loper, suspicious of man Black-tipped, white-tipped fox I am.