today as i was bunched up in my wintry coat
i looked into the window
peering out atop my scarf
and saw that i had become a
fox
red coat
and bushy tail
scampering elegantly
through the white
the coffee-warmed hands of
new yorkers were naught to me
as they stepped quickly
and the converse
and the high heels
and the hunters walked by
as i lay upon a subway grate with the warm air wafting up
before
diving for a morsel
and leaping up for a drop
to trod off daintily
on my toes
into the city