Grey Fox walks the land.
Her breath smokie as her fur.
Bright moon bathed peace.
* * * * * * *
In the land of The Olive Tree Forest Dwellers there is a
sweet grey fox who lives on our land. She
passes by now and again – quietly carrying peace in her stride. She is at home here and we welcome her –
though perhaps she is the one who welcomes us, as her people have probably been
here much longer than the two leggeds.
