Red Fox

Brush pen on cartridge paper.

Amidst the trees and rolling hills, A sly and clever creature roams.

The red fox with its russet fur, A hunter in a world unknown.

With pointed ears and bushy tail, It moves with grace and cunning guile.

A flash of red against the green, A fleeting glimpse of nature’s smile.

Oh, how it skulks and creeps and crawls, A wily thief in silent guise.

A master of deception’s art, The red fox steals away with prize.