The fox came back, scurrying
with something caught,
some fresh rodent or fowl.
He has visited four times now,
seeking. Or this time- intent-
red in tooth and claw.
Meanwhile, the tiger in my bed
is plump, ignorant
of the risk of survival.
She relies
on regular feedings
to satiate her hunger.
Though perhaps in dreams-
there may still be-
a corpuscular craving
the desire of flesh
to take life whole-
wild and open-mouthed.
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