We came upon the fox cub
as I dropped my boy to work.
The vixen paused as we approached
- anxious -
from the nudging of her little one;
His siblings prancing,
darting from the hedgerow
to the little stretch of pale reddish-gold laid out, mouth open, as though caught mid-cry.
We edged around slowly, a spectacle of faces observant from the hedgerow.
Predatory crows circling,
waiting for us to pass.