The Fox

Red-coated keeper of the margins,

you move where paths dissolve,

eyes bright with calculation,

paws silent with choice.

You are neither thief nor trick,

but a watcher,

the one who adapts

when the rules change.

Your stillness is never empty,

but listening,

reminding us that survival

often belongs

to those who observe

before they act.

Fox, you are not afraid of uncertainty.

You read the land as it is,

you shift when the ground shifts,

you make shelter from what is available,

and still you endure,

still you outlast.

In your cunning,

there is intelligence without cruelty.

In your movement,

there is the promise

that flexibility is strength,

that wit can preserve life,

that sharpness need not destroy

to be powerful.