I saw a vixen, a brush-tailed fox
daintily my paddock cross.
The air was still and magpies called
from skies alive with Rapunzel gold.
She sensed my presence, enquired with nose,
then waveringly on haunches rose.
Spying no threat, she continued her way,
the morning’s promise condemning delay.
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