lonely
whispered the little red fox. his shadow flickered towards the forest, inviting. his pelt was knotted with stories, and all I wanted was to untangle them. his tail tapped when I unravelled his childhood. it’s funny how even the smallest creature starts even smaller. his ears drop as I continue: when I learn of his mother’s death, how he grew up much too early. knot after knot, story after story, it all poured into a life as clear as the dancing smoke in the sky. now looking into his eyes, I can see a light beyond my life. the light of nature, the light of a million stars twinkled in the green eyes of this little red fox. walking away, his whisper echoes in the wind
lonely