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During fall and harvests ripening all over the northern hemisphere,
a squirrel gathers nuts and berries on a forrest floor.
The squirrel is a half mile off from a fox,
who stops dead in its tracks at a wisp of wind
across its nose of a squirrel's scent on the forrest floor.
Winds whip overhead tree branches
and the fox stalks through undergrowth
upwind towards its scent of a squirrel on the forrest floor.
Suddenly, the fox crackles a twig within earshot of the squirrel
and for an instant: the forrest is still, save wind in pines.
The fox stops in its tracks amidst shrubs
while overhead branches whisper winds
and squirrels in treetops click their cheeks
warning the lone squirrel on the forrest floor
who is now alert to the fox.
Birds flutter from nestled branches overhead
as the fox bounds towards the squirrel on the forrest floor
and pounces, catching the squirrel by the tip of its tail.
The squirrel lets out a caterwaul of clicks
with its cheek while twisting out of grips
with the fox paw on its tail and swiping
at the fox's nose with its sharp claws.
Then, the squirrel bolts up a nearby tree
leaving its precious nuts on the ground
for the fox to forage, which the fox eats
after failing to fell the squirrel collecting
nuts on the forrest floor.
The squirrel that the fox almost catches
by the tail on the forrest floor
watches from overhead branches chagrined
and throwing empty nut shells
at the fox from its knot in a tree.
Squirrels from other trees
cross branch to branch
to gather on branches nearby
where the squirrel who had been on the forrest floor
has its knot in a tree.
Squirrels caterwaul with cheeky click sounds
throwing empty shells and berry refuse at the fox.
The fox scampers off through the forrest
in search of other territorial prey to feed
his family of foxes in a fox den about a mile off
from where the fox stalks the squirrel on the forrest floor.
The fox wanders the forrest floor and
through clearings along side fences in search of prey
sensing winter is soon to be upon it
and its den of little foxes
and a fox mate.
There is just so much time to scamper
before the fox has to eat.
Catching the odd mice in its late afternoon hunt
when the temperature drops,
the fox comes upon a barn and a chicken coop
to which the fox arrives through a notch in a fence
along side a clearing on the forrest's edges.
Chickens cluck loudly sensing the fox
and a dog barks from within a farm house.
A light switches on by a door as the fox is pawing
at the mesh wire fence around the coop.
Suddenly, a farmer bursts out of a door to the farm house
beside a window with a light in it during the dusk hour of day
and steps onto a dimly lit porch firing buckshot
into air pointing away from barn and house into clearings,
which stretch to forrest edges.
The farmer sees the fox's silhouette disappear
through a notch in a fence and bound towards
forrest edges while the farmer reloads buckshot
and fires again into the air towards the forrest edges.
The fox escapes the farmer's ire into the forrest
and meanders the mile through the forrest undergrowth
to his den with three fox pups and a fox mate waiting.
On the way through the forrest meandering
amidst undergrowth towards his den,
the fox happens upon a wounded bird
whose wing has left it stranded on the forrest floor
hopping from shrub to shrub so as to keep out of reach
and sight of what the bird senses as a fox stalking it.
The fox and the bird flurry
in a battle of hunter over prey
when the fox bites the bird at the neck
and the bird's red blood spills into the fox's mouth
and onto the forrest floor.
With its hunted prey of a bird in its mouth,
the fox carries the pheasant bird through the forrest
to its den of fox pups and a fox mate who greet the fox
with the felled pheasant in its mouth with yelps, yips and licks
to the fox's snout.
The fox drags the pheasant into the den on the forrest floor
for a foxes' feast of pheasant during fall around Thanksgiving
when the farmer and most families eat a bird as a feast.
During fall and harvests ripening all over the northern hemisphere,
a squirrel gathers nuts and berries on a forrest floor.
The squirrel is a half mile off from a fox,
who stops dead in its tracks at a wisp of wind
across its nose of a squirrel's scent on the forrest floor.
Winds whip overhead tree branches
and the fox stalks through undergrowth
upwind towards its scent of a squirrel on the forrest floor.
Suddenly, the fox crackles a twig within earshot of the squirrel
and for an instant: the forrest is still, save wind in pines.
The fox stops in its tracks amidst shrubs
while overhead branches whisper winds
and squirrels in treetops click their cheeks
warning the lone squirrel on the forrest floor
who is now alert to the fox.
Birds flutter from nestled branches overhead
as the fox bounds towards the squirrel on the forrest floor
and pounces, catching the squirrel by the tip of its tail.
The squirrel lets out a caterwaul of clicks
with its cheek while twisting out of grips
with the fox paw on its tail and swiping
at the fox's nose with its sharp claws.
Then, the squirrel bolts up a nearby tree
leaving its precious nuts on the ground
for the fox to forage, which the fox eats
after failing to fell the squirrel collecting
nuts on the forrest floor.
The squirrel that the fox almost catches
by the tail on the forrest floor
watches from overhead branches chagrined
and throwing empty nut shells
at the fox from its knot in a tree.
Squirrels from other trees
cross branch to branch
to gather on branches nearby
where the squirrel who had been on the forrest floor
has its knot in a tree.
Squirrels caterwaul with cheeky click sounds
throwing empty shells and berry refuse at the fox.
The fox scampers off through the forrest
in search of other territorial prey to feed
his family of foxes in a fox den about a mile off
from where the fox stalks the squirrel on the forrest floor.
The fox wanders the forrest floor and
through clearings along side fences in search of prey
sensing winter is soon to be upon it
and its den of little foxes
and a fox mate.
There is just so much time to scamper
before the fox has to eat.
Catching the odd mice in its late afternoon hunt
when the temperature drops,
the fox comes upon a barn and a chicken coop
to which the fox arrives through a notch in a fence
along side a clearing on the forrest's edges.
Chickens cluck loudly sensing the fox
and a dog barks from within a farm house.
A light switches on by a door as the fox is pawing
at the mesh wire fence around the coop.
Suddenly, a farmer bursts out of a door to the farm house
beside a window with a light in it during the dusk hour of day
and steps onto a dimly lit porch firing buckshot
into air pointing away from barn and house into clearings,
which stretch to forrest edges.
The farmer sees the fox's silhouette disappear
through a notch in a fence and bound towards
forrest edges while the farmer reloads buckshot
and fires again into the air towards the forrest edges.
The fox escapes the farmer's ire into the forrest
and meanders the mile through the forrest undergrowth
to his den with three fox pups and a fox mate waiting.
On the way through the forrest meandering
amidst undergrowth towards his den,
the fox happens upon a wounded bird
whose wing has left it stranded on the forrest floor
hopping from shrub to shrub so as to keep out of reach
and sight of what the bird senses as a fox stalking it.
The fox and the bird flurry
in a battle of hunter over prey
when the fox bites the bird at the neck
and the bird's red blood spills into the fox's mouth
and onto the forrest floor.
With its hunted prey of a bird in its mouth,
the fox carries the pheasant bird through the forrest
to its den of fox pups and a fox mate who greet the fox
with the felled pheasant in its mouth with yelps, yips and licks
to the fox's snout.
The fox drags the pheasant into the den on the forrest floor
for a foxes' feast of pheasant during fall around Thanksgiving
when the farmer and most families eat a bird as a feast.
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