Fox

It’s a rare thing to see,
a fox in a field of pink,
a fox in
a field 
of foxgloves.
He looks up and sniffs them.
He could put his nose right inside
if he chose.
But he doesn’t.
He could slip each paw
in turn
inside
the pink glove,
but he doesn’t
choose to.
Why would he,
unless he knew
the connection,
the link,
the identification.
But he doesn’t
know it.
So 
he just sniffs the air
and moves on.


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