it danced upon the ground.
It's dancing little fox feet
could never make a sound.
The only time She comes here
is when the moon is full and bright.
You'll only ever see Her
in the middle of the night.
Her fur is of pure silver,
Her eyes a crystal blue.
And when the time was one o' clock,
into the moon She flew.
What a wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteThe whimsical twist at the end of this poem really lifted up my spirits, like receiving a bouquets of flowers from a stranger. Who is this surprising author really, and from what depths is she drawing to inspire her readers?
ReplyDeleteI can picture a fox dancing tonight. Thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteI can picture a fox dancing tonight. Thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteWow Ahna the poem is beautiful especially the eyes are crystal blue.
ReplyDeletelove it
Very Poetic
ReplyDeleteI wish I saw a fox like that. It is so poetic I wish it existed.
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