His game was astronomical 

This young boy who loved to hunt

In the underbrush of the forest

sun halve past twelve

A fox appeared ahead

Golden fur and bright brown eyes 

Its fur sparkled like the sun in the deep sea 

Its tail full of life

The end dipped in black paint

Breath IN, Breath OUT 

The young man raised his hunting gun 

Their eyes met

"will you kill me?", the Fox exclaimed

Fumbling for consciousness the young man lost it 

The Fox vanished 

Stumbling to his feet he chased after the fox

Hands Swinging 

Heart Racing

I have to find the fox 

But the Fox did not want to find him


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well said

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