Beautiful Fox

Fox sat on morning street
Alert, still seeking food to eat
Onto his path I dare to tread
To work, just risen from my bed
Dawn just passed, light so low
He sits, watches me come and go
He moves his eyes, nothing more
He will this human threat endure
He’s anxious, panicked, set to run
Timid, nervous, in the rising sun
He foraged food was set to rest
Before this last commuter test
I see his peace and feel his calm
How could anyone do you harm?
Mr Fox, sleep well, live long
To this street we do both belong
Slowly I pass, a change of shifts
Beautiful fox my spirit lifts

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