Untitled Trimeric for dVerse Poets Pub

Little orange fox
Where will you go?
Do you miss the wilderness
Or do you know only this moment?

Where will you go?
This chill, cruel dawn
As I stand smoking, watching

Do you miss the wilderness
The soft earth beneath you; the singing stream
To slake your thirst; the green, thrilling chase…

Or do you know only this moment?
This parched, gray, unforgiving parking lot
Where my sad eyes follow you

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