Beneath the canopy of green surrounding,
Lies a freckle of red,
against this horizon of green,
splattered in sunlight,a spectacle most
astounding.
~
The dot of red,a fox,
strides into the light,each step with great precision,
Weighing every outcome and possibility,before he makes his decision.
~
There the predator stalks,his eyes focused on the prey,
But this prey is different,his eyes gleaming with determination,
For one way or another,he was going to get his way.
~
The midday sun scorched upon them,sparking out light,
and the fox was ever too surethat he was to win this fight.
~
So the two flounced across a sea of trees
The little prey ran on,just wanting to be free.
~
Bounding and sprinting into the day,
one wrong move by the cunning foxand that little tiny prey,
just simply slipped away.~
The vast sky grew ever so dark,
The prey narrowly escapes,
his only battle scar being a simple mark.A red rose.
~
Yet he carries the burdenwith pride and honour,
Rather than hiding and being somber.~
And so that clever fox leaves,disappearing from sight,
As the darkness prevails,
Suffocating out all thatshimmering sweet light.
~
That fox never again
was to be seen,
As he faded into the darkness
of the night,
well out of sight.
~
And one day the prey,
forever still it lay,
Was left coated in freckles of red,
dappling its delicate skin.~
And alas,it forever escapes,
and at long last in peace...
it wins.
It's drudgery to not be,
forgetten.
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Spontaneous Works of an Endless Dreamer (Poetry)
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