His hair was red, like the fall leaves on a maple.
His white chest gleamed in the sunlight.
And cunning brown eyes searched my forest ones.
He was a red fox, and I was his forest.
A sly smile spread over his face.
"Come, dance with me," he said.
And together, we danced.
His bushy beard was a fox tail, red like his hair.
Freckles sprinkled over his nose.
"Come with me," he said.
His brown eyes searched mine.
He was a red fox, and I was his forest.
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Butterflies
PoetryA book of poems/songs I've written. WRITTEN BY: SARA ELLIS COVER BY: SARA ELLIS PHOTO CREDITS: UNKNOWN MODEL: UNKNOWN ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. DO NOT COPYWRIGHT.
