Wednesday, September 3, 2014

The fox's eyes

keen eyes looking in the shadows
comes winter her fur dilates
she plays in the meadows
miscellaneously moving through the woods
with her tumultuous cries in the night
by morning she interposed herself in her den to sleep

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  1. Red BrownSeptember 18, 2014 at 2:20 PM

    Alex, I like the scene you described… from night to dawn…. an interesting viewpoint! Love , Mom

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