Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Fox

 You can't get around it 

when the fox is in the yard,

chasing all the chickens and

looking out for more. 


They call him sly for a reason

as he watches all we do, 

till the next predators comes along

and erases that sky of blue.


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