A poem for Paul Brookes' challenge to re-wild the mundane and/or re-mundane the wild. Today we're dealing with foxes (or toasters). If you'd like the join in, the details are here. I'd like to add that most of the elements of this story are true. Franz Marc provided the illustration.
Night warden
Where the kitchen stove glows still warm, cats dream,
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