On a green slope: a family

of foxes. Then a sudden

taloned

dive and snatch

and one of these . . . is

airborne

and o the view, on the trying to trans-

mit, fox

code to fox

ears, cordate and cocked

below. Now the

whole

family's a blur of rust-red

on the green

slope. I think of this

dream as I walk, I

think

         fox-hole, fox-

         glove,

         fox-

fire

has been assumed

bodily, has been in-

vented.