Time out for Reynard.
He’ll just wait.
Eyeing up those chickens
To seal their fate
Time out, but wary,
On the qui vive.
Fodder for his family
Just about to thieve.
Time out for him now,
Night’s work done.
Taking a siesta
In the sun.
Say what you will, but
The urban fox,
Is part of Nature’s spectrum,
Not unorthodox.
Photographs taken in a Surrey garden … WHB: 2015-17
Roland's Ragbag 
Good sentiments in your poetry and fine photographs, especially the first
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Thanks for your valued response, Derrick.
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