Little Red Fox

In the stillness of the forest, A flash of red catches the eye, The little red fox darts and dashes, Leaving behind a trail to spy.

Her fur is soft as a kitten's paw, Her eyes as bright as morning dew, She plays and prances in the grass, A wild spirit that's true.

How she dances through the trees, A creature so free and alive, Her spirit a reminder to us all, To embrace our own wild drive.