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Who is this grinning foxHalf hidden in the leaves'Tween wall and treeYou face us straight onWatching our eyesFoxes are rumored to beShape shiftersLike the fearful werewolvesSometimes called 'Loup Garou'Or even the poetic "Rougarou"But foxes look so cuteOr so our children thinkFoxes are small, Like dogs and cats, They must be harmlessDon't get me wrongI'm happy to see foxes tooThey are like fairies and impsFeral in their wildnessReminding us of our originsOnce we were feralPart of us still isBut mostly we have lost itThat wild unthinking growlThat comes straight from the bloodBut foxes seem both more and lessLike Ravens, Coyotes, and RatsThey live among usSharing space with usMeeting us from time to timeAnd who's to pass judgementWhen they could well outlive usWill they remember humansAfter we have left the sceneLeaving only the ruins of our citiesyamabuki
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