| The Fox
Dry grass,
how it sounds under padded paws,
like the breaking of tiny bones.
How it smells like dirt
and rabbit dung
so sweet
A track,
how it's hidden, so small
in the long and yellow grass
How I follow it
careful in my silence.
I find a hole
I wait,
ever cautious and ever patient,
how I prick my ears and listen.
A silence passes, shortly
A shuffle. A thump.
I dive.
Red snout,
shoveled into the earth,
paws digging, cracking the ground
flurried movement,
the ecstasy of the hunt.
The world collapses
I fall,
How I flail, like my prey before me.
All awkward limbs, trapped
I scrabble to release myself.
Break free of the dirt.
But the rabbit has escaped
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