The Fox – Amelia Jones


The autumn leaved colored

Fur glazed with golden syrup

Soft cloud in summer

Glances in the beastly eyes


The sly sharp yack

Comes from its deadly core

Summer yellow teeth clash

Together like an eagle's beak.


The fire like fur burns the snow into ash

Misty morning breeze clouds up the razor sharp claws

The forest is anxious with the beast inside.