Early morning, heading out
To walk, as is our habit,
A flurry from the bushes made us jump;
‘Twas not a rabbit.
Instead, a just-awakened fox
Looked at us both, surmising
That no harm was intended,
Though our meeting was surprising.
It darted off into the brush
Like lightning, maybe faster
And all of us were thinking
We’d avoided a disaster.
We don’t see foxes often
So to be so close was thrilling,
An inter-species contact
With acknowledgement, not killing.
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