Dundee – City of…

The sly fox slinks throuh deep dark whin,
Scared rabbits catch a glimpse of him.
And scatter; (like the whirling leaves
Caught in late-autumn’s swirling breeze).

He doesn’t even glance their way,
For, fortunately, he is replete,
Having gorged on discarded “take-aways”
Which litter this fair city’s streets.