By: Rishi Borra
Out in the forest,
where the air smells of fresh greens
are two small foxes,
playing, running, and chasing
each other’s orange glow.
They’re the color of the sun,
and act like binary stars
revolving around each other
’till they find another.
The tails are bushier and denser
than the undergrowth of the forest,
and they look like a whip of flame.
Their feet like a scorched branch
their lash had burned them charcoal.
Yet they are stronger and faster
than a human’s clumsy feet
and protect them from the devil in the sky
the mighty eagle’s golden beak.
And the foxes brain,
as clever as a human
outwitting the predator & prey
with quicker decisions than a rocket’s red flare
Those two foxes, out in the free
pouncing at two birds that watch with glee.
So don’t underestimate the fox
‘cuz if you come too close to see
it will be frightened by you,
and you might make three.