Monday Musings

Fox Breath
by Kimberly Dark

The fox will walk
right up to the tree
in noontime drizzle,
eat the mushrooms
convened at the base
of the tree, roll
its head down
between the roots
to rest feet and tail
on trunk and dream
of me, and why
my pelt is so sparse,
eyes so green, and
why I seem to love
my claws tapping
against the shiny
square plate so much.

Published by Rachael M Rollson

creative life-learner

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