The Little Fox

He’s stealthy and cunning, 
and moves with such grace, 
with fur like soft velvet 
and a bright, knowing face. 

He’s cute as a button 
with little black socks— 
it’s hard not to love 
this clever young fox. 

He loves to leap high 
and tumble around, 
to spring through the air 
then roll on the ground. 

But never forget— 
he’s meant to be free; 
his home is the wild, 
amongst roots and trees. 

I admire this creature, 
and I have to say, 
being in his presence 
brightens my day. 

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Offer whatever name you wish to be known by at the hearth today — real or imagined — we look forward to welcoming your words into the circle.