Fox Dancing by Unknown

Tall as a foxglove spire, on tiptoe The fox in the wilderness dances His pelt and burnished claws reflect The sun’s and the moon’s glances. From blackberry nose to pride of tail He is elegant, he is gay With his pawsteps as a pattern of joy He transfigures the day For a hat he wears a rhubarb leaf To keep his thinking cool Through which his ful-lined ears prick up This fox, he is no fool And does not give a good-morning For the condition of his soul With the fox dancing in the desert Study to be whole By Author Unknown #PoetryTTN #LookInside