Where have you seen the fox?
In the bushes, hiding.
I saw a fox
As red as blood
Carrying a
Limp rabbit.
Its teeth were sharp
And bared,
Its ears were alert,
And its whiskers twitched.
Its fur felt like scarlet snow
And its tail swung intently.
When I was walking by,
The fox stared at me
With its beady midnight eyes,
And scurried away,
Leaving me
Gazing in its wake.
