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Hear me out.
There was a Fox born in the woods.
It had beautiful warm colors scattered across its fur,
A mother saw with caring eyes her cub let out a purr,
A father went with a heartfelt cry as he nestled next to her,
A little fox glanced at the sky and saw the world through vibrant blur.
A playful thing that grew intent to listen to nature’s songs,
A hazel pair that laid on plenty days and nights long gone,
Two love filled ringing melodies that nurtured him along,
Standstill stars that wink and laugh as if nothing could go wrong.
This Fox could only love and play ‘till his heart came big and full.
His angels never saw the day their pup watched their eyes dull,
He had to leave their souls behind, never ready, no time to mull,
Still young in mind with no confines, he left to travel the gray and black,
The world that seemed so colorful.
The sun rose and fell silently, watching this creature traverse,
Birds chirping unitedly, till black sky’s dotted their mapped universe,
The Fox found sanctity finally, a humble home of deep dug dirt in which he could immerse,
His now tired head with privacy, no thoughts of his adverse.
He entered this home with new found vigor, “A lovely place, this spot.”
Then out of the dark a pair of eyes grew bigger, “A wild beast.” He fraught,
Out came a golden beauty scanning with rigor, “She looks like me.” He thought,
She circled around him, and he circled her, both dancing past a trot.
They danced the night away, melding with the moon,
Months past days to replay, another to match his tune,
Growing past his hues of gray, his heart became anew,
And so this Fox loved one day, so that one day soon,
There is a Fox born in the woods.
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