From my neighbor’s yard, the fox quick at first then limping as he went along and I knew better of course than to approach – too startled in the moment to even consider, the fox in daylight, hopping down the sidewalk, now investigating a yard, now chased away by a bold orange cat and by the time I got the internet to tell me 911 doesn’t deal in wildlife and the nearest rescue is forty minutes north out of sight entirely, and if he makes the river I’d like to believe there’s some kind of chance for him yet but you and me and the moon all know it’s hard for an injured thing in a world that isn’t his
talk about deserving
and I always hate, you know when there’s nothing you can do but there should be
