FOX I followed fox tracks as I entered the woods its small cat like feet leaving a trail in the new snow as I followed, I wondered how far ahead it was I often smell the musky odor letting me know that we have crossed paths an acquired scent, but not unpleasant to my nose I stopped my search as the prints entered thick brush too many thorns and thickets for my more sensitive limbs to follow I like to think that the fox still watched its eyes focused intently on this mysterious being as curious of me as I am of it later the fox ran across my path pausing just seconds, but enough for me to witness the beauty of red fur glistening as the sun set tonight I take it as a sign of what I’m not sure maybe the message is to pause drink in the beauty surrounding me as I re-enter my life
