catch her if you can but it’s doubtful you ever will
she knows the forest, each creek, rock and tree
a slight glimpse of her gives the senses a thrill
as swiftly, gracefully she bolts and will disappear
soon to become her unwitting, small prey
a rabbit, a squirrel, perhaps a field mouse
fox kits are well fed at end of a winter day.
Excerpt from “The Red Fox in Winter” -La Belle Rouge Poetess of the Heart
“Sylvan Sentinel” – Colored Pencil on Paper, 2021
