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Vixen<\/strong><\/p>\n I wait outside my daughter’s boyfriend\u2019s house. a flicker creeps into my peripheral vision – She paws the tarmac, bows to me \u2013 but no, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sarah Wimbush<\/strong> comes from Doncaster and now lives in Leeds. She won the Red Shed and Mslexia Poetry Competitions 2016.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Vixen I wait outside my daughter’s boyfriend\u2019s house. Ignition off. Radio low. I rarely feel my hackles rise at my desk, or in Tescos, but here, a flicker creeps into my peripheral vision – fire on black – a comet\u2019s trail, then a head that oscillates; her upturned snout. I switch the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18698","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18698"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18698\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18816,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18698\/revisions\/18816"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIgnition off. Radio low.
\nI rarely feel my hackles rise
\nat my desk, or in Tescos, but here,<\/p>\n
\nfire on black – a comet\u2019s trail, then
\na head that oscillates; her upturned snout.
\nI switch the radio off. Watch from above.<\/p>\n
\nslides her jaws around a roadkill squirrel
\nindistinguishable except for its compressed plume tail.
\nSlinks off to where the foxes go.<\/p>\n