My darling fox is dead (loosely after Catullus)

The afternoon when
vanilla ice cream lost its flavour
a parrot’s beak poked her belly
for blue stilton bites
The low la stopped sounding grapefully
and Clodia put on a bandana
let grow her facial hair
and joined Venus on tour

In furs forever, looking for their second
half height stiletto heel
Hey babe!
Take a look at those frozen frames

in the life and death of a fox
counting in the wrong way
back and forth
The times they’ve been touched without protest

Three

Two

One... And hold that pose