It’s warm and dark
out here this morning, just a light breeze,
as I crest the hill, my feet silent on the path,
the city lights spread out before me,
there, sitting quietly on the grass
is a fox taking in the view.
As I pass by he looks over his shoulder
and we acknowledge one another,
then he turns back to his
morning contemplation
and I continue with to mine.
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