Urban Fox
Urban fox - can you
hear him shrieking,
Shrieking out like murder in the park,
Longing for the mate that he is seeking,
Anguish keening in the wintry dark.
Under a cold sky,
Half-instinctive,
half-creative creatures,
World too complex for our hybrid brain,
Navigate when fog hides all the features,
Map that no-one ever can explain,
Blundering, we always lose our bearing,
Passions cross intelligence and will,
And the final goal to which we're steering,
Thought of it strikes with a bitter chill.
Under a cold sky,
Under a cold sky,
Under a cold sky.
Join the dots between
the things that happen,
What's the picture? couldn't we be told?
Astrologers turn stars into a pattern,
But oh those stars they look so white and cold,
Under a cold sky
Under a cold sky
Under a cold sky