Fox

A vivid dash of orange darts through the autumn trees,
A coat of splendid sunshine, scattering the fallen leaves.
I know you see me;
Running,
Lurking,
Hiding.
I’m a sly and swifty canine, as I dart through towards the eves,
I’m a beautiful majestic creature, my ears fluttering in the breeze.
I’m the golden shadow lurking, beneath the ember colored woods,
Yet I’m the exquisite sneaky creature, symbol for falsehoods.
I travel to my hidden den,
Way underneath the singing wrens.
You know me by many names,
Hidden, wild, fierce, untame.
Child of the woods, creature of the lore,
The sly one, the sneakiest, evil from the core.
The beautiful silent one, with amber-colored locks.
Hunter,
Canine,
Wanderer,
Handsome,
Killer,
FOX.