Ode to a Fox

Your hazel eyes so loudly speak

of the mischief in your mind.

Long and slender and bright

They hide the truth of what you seek.

Your frosted hair shimmers of secrets

Red and brown burn slyly from below.

The black on your toes is whispering

Hunt little friend, but do not speak.

Words may ruin this encounter

Your curiosity amuses as your intelligence shines.

Tilt your head with those pointed ears

The black heart on face revealing

A secret smile as you sneak

But remember, remember...do not speak.