Animal Rights, Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
Walking at dusk,
for one brief moment
the faintest whiff of musk
teases my nostrils,
I know this place
on the trail
and have sensed
this musk before,
It’s the ephemeral scent
of a red fox;
Not at all as heavy
as most animal smells,
it barely touches
your awareness,
Like other fox traits,
it’s so delicate
and fleeting
it seems almost mystical;
Did I really smell it?
was she really here?
or is this magical animal
a mirage?
An elaborate illusion
created by Mother Nature
to remind me
of her infinite mysteries.
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