# fox cubs at your window a selfish lament tonight you realize your uncritical all-too temporary fascination for the foxes who nightly visit the garden outside your window must end upon hearing them playing outside you rush over from the computer and pull back heavy curtains to see swishing red tails pass by in the cool inky darkness this has happened a few times now over the past few weeks of summer; every time it's happened you've felt a rush of strange delight at ir feral untamed beauty now however when you pull the curtains back they stare for an instant curious about the red-eyed stranger peering out from behind the glass a creature trapped on the 'outside of the outside' because they're mere cubs and incredibly naive and you don't make a loud aggressive noise - bang on the glass to scare them away - chances are ir fear of humans might lessen by significant degrees your fear is eventually they'll get a little too tame and unafraid - underestimate the threat of inhuman humans. eventually some tragic excuse for a bipedal ape will vent disgust and murder them or call a number and have them forcibly removed / destroyed your foolish anthropomorphic admiration for what you've even called "my fine lightly prancing foxy-faced friends" is precisely what endangers ir survival it's therefore with great regret you the particular ape in question bangs on the glass tonight and hisses at them never perhaps to see ir like again - breathing examples of truly 'wild life' which you (still all too selfishly) lament the lack of in yourselves // republic of bob