Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —
to answer with such a simple thing,
but 'tis what draws my heart —
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
Could I choose, I would be one with her,
screaming in the hollow night air,
hunting rodents in the deep woods.
I long, more than anything, to join her —
to run along the forest floor, wind ruffling my fur —
to perk my ears at the rustling of leaves,
to join the wild life.
Posted in response to the challenge Animal.
winter's coming on fast-
better chop enough wood.
pluck the last fruits of the harvest-
then say goodnight to the garden,
resting under a blanket of leaves and love.
In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.
She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry.
Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?
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I think I'm with you, I think I'd choose to be a fox as well! Such sly and mysterious creatures... When I picture them, it's dancing in the moonlight, too. "Wild life" vs. "wildlife" is a clever distinction.
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