Renārs

A foxes' eye - swift with elegance. It's skulking underneath bramble bushes. Prickly and rough. Blackberries that fell to the ground - mother nature decided she wants the earth back.

It saw a mouse. A tail so delicate. Flimsy like a spider web. Digging in the ground , it found a worm. A small one - maybe a baby , finding its way in the world.

Nibbling ; licking its tongue. It's all gone. The mouse starts delving again. A fox, unknown to its view. Paws creeping. Wind through its fur, caught on some thrones.

A branch snaps under its paws - crack

The mouse ran off. Scattered. Quicker, hypervigilant ; scared of its own shadow.

The moon no longer hides.

Clouds drifting away.

A foxes' call - the screams of the night.

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