The Fox

Little black buttons in the snow,
I see them over there,
But as i look ever closer,
I see that there is hair.

I continue to watch this creature,
And then i see this pink,
It leaves me with a question,
i dont know what to think.

I cant help but to keep looking,
The question in my mind,
What is this I'm watching,
I've never seen his kind.

To me this is amazing,
Black buttons in the snow,
The hair the pink i question,
This creature i must know

He stands and gives a shake,
A smile comes to my face,
To show that i respect him,
I give this fox his space.

by Joan K Fleming
Art Snowwolf