Foxes

I saw the old fox in his den
in hiding with his family
around him
fragile and unsteady
with a long past behind
he sees no future
yet is content in that knowing
his fear is limited by
brief time remaining

I saw the young fox cub
basking in the sun
alone
fragile and unsteady
with no past to guide him
his future unscripted
yet his fear tells him
he must run to escape
from me

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