The social life

The serrated edge
         of gruff fox voices
chattering
         late into the night
celebrating
         partying
under a lacklustre
         moon

Occasionally
         the tone rises
as though
         tempers have flared
teeth bared
         but it’s probably
just high spirits
         foxes shooting the breeze
after a hard day’s graft
         letting it all hang out
—and who could begrudge them
         that moment in time ?

John Lyons