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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