The Fox’s Hunt
Hidden amidst the shadows,
Deep within the thicket of trees,
Green eyes keep watch,
Harbouring truths and mysteries.
A movement shifts the darkness,
The slender red body slips forth,
Pressed against the rippling grass,
Heading towards the north.
Intent upon the kill,
Silence heavy like fallen snow,
Slipping through the blackness,
Time seeming to slow.
A frigid breeze brushed by,
The dying cry released,
Carried in the mighty jaws,
Victory granted to the beast.
Hidden amidst the shadows,
Deep within the thicket of trees,
Green eyes keep watch,
Harbouring truths and mysteries.
A movement shifts the darkness,
The slender red body slips forth,
Pressed against the rippling grass,
Heading towards the north.
Intent upon the kill,
Silence heavy like fallen snow,
Slipping through the blackness,
Time seeming to slow.
A frigid breeze brushed by,
The dying cry released,
Carried in the mighty jaws,
Victory granted to the beast.
