fox
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Through the frosty window, in crisp air
and a silent sea of white
I see the tiptoe of a fox, bright as a burning ember
My breath snatched, I stare—
dark eyes
Then I see the mounds, scattered—
Dear lost fox,
Blazing orange in a gray world,
Paws so feeble but quick,
Eyes filled with the remnants of the sky,
Little mind clouded,
Dear lost fox,
Blazing orange in a gray world,
Paws so feeble but quick,
Eyes filled with the remnants of the sky,
Swift and tricky
Pulled a quickie.
Stole a sheepy
Now you’re sleepy
Red and running
Slick and stunning
The ever clever fox is so swift
Little did she know, she has a gift
With a flick of her tail
She’ll never fail
But the ever clever fox
Is about to go through hail
You see…
See me a thousand times, know me never.
If you could see the world through my eyes for a single day, you would never look upon me the same.
My closest friends know not who I truly am: under the skin.
Echo, you privilege soul
Stand by as I pillage your home
Watch as they rave your condemnation
We have yet to live.
In the dead of the night,
The wolf pranced through the trees
His jaws were clamped
While his body weaved
The wolf was a brute
With a thirst to fight.
As the first opponent took his place
Dashing left, dashing right.
Through the trees, through the night.
The sound is near, the woods are hushed.
Barks ring out, flowers crushed.
Sounds of the noble hunt flow
and as the sounds of the dog grow
