She danced through the trees with a touch so gentle, a breeze which ruffled the leaves, kissed her hair a dull blonde that flew down her shoulders as she twirled with all the grace of a big cat, hunting.
The foxes are my friends. They speak to me words of cleverness and ideas that would baffle the mind. Trust in the fox, they are magestic like the lion, secretive as the panther, and clever like a tiger. They are an animal that is powerful yet small