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Through the frosty window, in crisp air and a silent sea of white I see the tiptoe of a fox, bright as a burning ember My breath snatched, I stare— dark eyes Then I see the mounds, scattered—
Dear lost fox, Blazing orange in a gray world, Paws so feeble but quick, Eyes filled with the remnants of the sky, Little mind clouded,
Dear lost fox, Blazing orange in a gray world, Paws so feeble but quick, Eyes filled with the remnants of the sky,
Swift and tricky Pulled a quickie. Stole a sheepy Now you’re sleepy Red and running Slick and stunning
The ever clever fox is so swift Little did she know, she has a gift With a flick of her tail She’ll never fail But the ever clever fox Is about to go through hail You see…
See me a thousand times, know me never. If you could see the world through my eyes for a single day, you would never look upon me the same. My closest friends know not who I truly am: under the skin.
Echo, you privilege soul Stand by as I pillage your home Watch as they rave your condemnation We have yet to live.
In the dead of the night, The wolf pranced through the trees His jaws were clamped While his body weaved The wolf was a brute With a thirst to fight. As the first opponent took his place
Dashing left, dashing right. Through the trees, through the night. The sound is near, the woods are hushed. Barks ring out, flowers crushed. Sounds of the noble hunt flow and as the sounds of the dog grow