a fox digging a hole
so furious not knowing
I am around, it could be
dust that trick her nose
maybe smell of food
beneath that wet ground
she took a quick pause
look around; doesn't care
she saw me before walking
I even threw crackers to her
fox could be domesticated
start feeding them they stay
but maintain a good distance
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