a slender red fox
tip toes
down the street.
thick with her winter
fur,
she's going somewhere.
the way she
wobbles and veers.
there is the dull cast
of no light
in her eyes.
you can tell she's lost
her mind,
or has a broken heart.
she just
isn't right.
we've all been there.
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