The urban fox comes out at night, 

And shelters through the day,

He finds a safe spot out of sight,

In which to hide away.

If it is dusk, he has more trust,

He’s confident, cock sure 

This time of night is a delight, 

Has a certain strange allure.

So what is it that you’ve thrown away, 

That brings him to your door?

A carcass or stale canapé?

Once eaten, he’ll want more! 

The urban fox comes out at night,

Searching for delicious  things,

Don’t leave a feast for this strange beast, 

Largesse disaster brings.

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016