Mr. Fox.

Mr. Fox smiles and says
"You have the prettiest meat."

Mr. Fox Mr. Fox
Smiles.  Pointed teeth that rip and pull clink together like glass. I'm sure his tail is curling under his coat.
Mr. Fox loves me.

His eyes follow my shivers up and down as he works. They are a pretty yellow and faded green. They are cunning and kind.
I remember those eyes staring at me from the leaves, and trace the steps from there to here.
His kindness is worth it, I decide.

Mr. Fox is a gentleman.
He says 'please' and 'thank you' and never leaves the table until everyone is done.

Mr. Fox is a bachelor.
He loops his arm in mine and kisses my cheek.
"Pretty meat is good to eat."