The Ever-Watchful Fox
With the early pink and golden light of morning comes the dawn chorus
Joyously chirruping harmoniously their own symphony of spring
The birdsong of wrens, thrushes, sparrows and blackbirds fill the air
Primroses emerging with a layer of cool dew glistening on everything
The first bluebells burst like a blue mist on the forest floor
I sink my bare toes into the damp bark and gentle wild blooms
Breathing in the earthy scent of leafy greens and mossy undergrowth
The air is delicate with fresh fragrant wildflower plumes
And there, the Fox stands with intent amber eyes, watching me
With breakfast dangling from her mouth she emerges from the glen
The secret life of the unseen inhabitants of this ancient wood
To observe the marvellous splendour is to be a child again.
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