saturday rain follows snow. this is the way of precipitation in the urban midwest, i suppose. why can i not get this bleu song out of my head "i won't go hollywood"? time to post some poor poetry on the net. yeeeaaaaah! this is more of a prose poem, therefore line breaks are questionable.... Ouraboros as I held you I held Katy cradled between my elbows a small bundle still warm but leaking Katy the red fox who we rescued eating chickens Katy we renamed from nothing her tail grew bushy as a firebrand in time while you hand-fed her cornmeal and bread dipped in broth our forceful silly parental supplication she aged the gravity of every accumulated moment wore us out she wriggled into freedom an escapee the sands of time slinking ever away until she had the speckled feathers in her jaws again and the shotgun came out pointing as I wrapped you I wrapped Katy in my coat soft triangle of her face a backward glance hovering between terror and suspicion a curled black lip a rubied snarl enshrouded in the holy gleam before our last collective breath