A fox was lying
In the middle of our street.
I thought she was dead,
She was asleep.

It was dawn - just past
No-one around.
She, regardless of tarmac
Sleeping sound.

Regardless of the A-Z
Curled up tight.
Golden and well fed.

Stirring now her eyes meet mine.
We live on the same street,
We are here, at the same time.