The fox emerges tentatively from

under the Waterfront Building,

making a quick, furtive survey

of his surroundings,

and padding to the top of the dyke.

He perches there a moment,

nervously alert to any possibility,

and then skitters

down the frosted slope and

commits himself to the expanse of

open ice on the river.

From there,

he makes a zig-zag progress

from shadow to shadow,

seeking ice clumps

to mask his journey to

the sanctuary of the trees on the far shore.