The Red Fox

The Red Fox

The Red Fox hunts
through the night,
stalking the sinister.

The midnight muncher’s
cold, barbaric amber iris,
stares into souls.

Raw as an onion,
the nose is as rough as
sandpaper but as shiny
as a diamond.

Snow tipped, alerted
ears ***** up.

Bristled and ready,
her whiskers are as wired
as golden thread .

The flame flickering coat
is like the sun
as she beautifully nestles down
for a nights sleep.

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