Fox
I hunted the fox with my camera,
Crawling down to where he napped,
In sunshine and the canopy of grass.
Mother Nature dressed him so well
In crimson cape and black stockings.
How do you take a picture of such
Elegance and contentment that knows
How to rest with what comes naturally,
Rather than what we hunt and take?
He awoke and strolled over without fear,
to where I sat, happy to share the morning.
I woke up also and without camera,
Relished the chance meeting of souls.
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