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Post pub cycle home –

Two foxes crossing my path ~

Those that I do see.

Log in, work from home –

Mama fox and cubs gambol ~

Look at the smart ones. 



Foxes in the yard –
Playing ball, forget the wild ~
‘Till the door latch clicks.

St. Stephen’s Green, late –
Birds wait for the gates to close ~
So too does the fox.


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