Karoline

The Golden Fox

Humbly he sits
Ever refusing
To accept a cruelty
The world condones.

He gazes outwards,
Pure of soul,
Behind warm eyes
His mind his own.

Even heart torn
Bruised and faltered
Each thought
A selfless melody.

If you meet him
In the forest,
The moment
Cherish ardently.

His subtle light,
A careful kindness
Soothing shimmers
Across his coat.

He seeks not praise
Nor even glory
The only thing he asks
Is hope.

A Golden Fox
Amongst the rabbits,
In whose smile
We find a dream.

He loves with fervor
Acts with passion,
And through his sight
True beauty beams.