foxes

my sister used to fear
that a slender fox
would scale our house
creep through the window
on a moonless night, pause–
then pounce in the startled silence
to gobble her up

utterly false, of course
foxes, orange and gorged
walk right through the damn door
brash, in broad daylight
clutching an invitation
claws retracted, arm extended
ready to make a deal