The Lone Fox Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Lone Fox



When it gets dark,
I see the fox,
The fox appearing on,
Slipping past,
Gliding by,
Appears
And slips,
Slips away
To sideways
Into the bushes,
Stops it not
Sharing the things,
Things of the forest tract.

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