Animal Rights, Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
Stark still
we stare at each other,
neither saw the other approach,
a weathered old man
and a striking young fox.
Warmth blooms in my heart —
an instant chill in his.
Can my good intentions
prolong this precious moment?
No chance.
With riveting intensity
he scans,
With lightning speed
he’s gone.
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