The fox emerges tentatively from
under the Waterfront Building,
making a quick, furtive survey
of his surroundings,
and padding to the top of the dyke.
He perches there a moment,
nervously alert to any possibility,
and then skitters
down the frosted slope and
commits himself to the expanse of
open ice on the river.
From there,
he makes a zig-zag progress
from shadow to shadow,
seeking ice clumps
to mask his journey to
the sanctuary of the trees on the far shore.
