I see the glassy
yellow
eyes of the red
fox
in the woods.
he crouches in fear,
his legs
slender as twigs,
the fluff of him
is golden
as he darts
from side to side
disappearing
on whispery paws
to hide again.
he's in there.
i'm out here.
we are not enemies
but two strangers
trying the best we
can to live
our lives in peace.
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Ah. . . she appears again --disguised.
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