Camo
Into the woods he disappears
As a phantom in the day
At home in the shadows
As noisy squirrels play
He moves very slowly
And keeps his steps light
A dry creek is his road
Where he quietly walks by
He sneaks up to owls
Sleeping on a limb
Unknowing of his presence
There just under them
He's is walking free
Next to trunks and limbs
He is by a tree
And they can’t imagine him
After he has passed
They know they’ve been observed
But cannot say by what
Or when it occurred
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Author:
w c (
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Comments2
They can be so hard to see, sometimes impossible to see unless you are very, very patient.
Yes. They are well camouflaged and in the woods quite hidden.
Just saw him there. A fine write w c. I saw a fox or something crossing a country road, but was too far away to see it properly.
Foxes are always nice to see. I have not seen one in a long while. I believe it was a red fox.
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