Traces of an urban fox
In the towns and cities around where I live we have a lot of urban foxes. They’re not tame, but are used to humans, and I’ve often seen them trotting down the street. They move with a special grace and elegance.
I never saw the fox that made these prints. He/she visited our street several times but always while we were asleep – it if weren’t for the snow we wouldn’t have known.
The simplicity of the prints and the ephemeralness of the creature made me think of haiku.
A dozen pawprints
in new snow: the only trace
of our neighbourhood fox.
e a m harris 