Fox In The Grass - Poem by William Barton
In the cool of the evening
a fox lies here in the long grass
under the blossoming apple trees.
He keeps guard as the stars
wheel across the firmament.
He witnesses the moon rise and set.
He watches for the dawn.
He scents the air for his prey
And walks abroad like a god.
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