The fox prowls the moonless nights

seeking prey to savor before daylight

a lone prowler with an insatiable greed

to satisfy a primordial need

in his gut he must put feed

to fuel the next hunt

the cyclical process renews

to the fox,there are no new views

simplistic, basic, his needs

senses honed by the drive to survive

rote skills etched in memory

by countless, previous successes

countless previous failures

an errant path across the tarmac

a cleverly placed snare,here and there

the farmer's shotgun and dog

pitfalls the fox must at all cost, avoid

as it is with the fox

so it is with mankind

no greater peril must he endure

than those posed, by his fellow man

tread the paths lightly

use all the stealth at your command

evade the perils posed by your fellow man

then, may you survive and thrive

longer than the fox will