Zephyr's call  

Whispers through the pines  

Fox, silent in morning light, 

Eyes like amber embers watch dawn rise  

Through ordinary leaves' path.

Unseen, steps in dew, 

Fox awaits  

Autumn's touch lingers  

Upon the grass, tender, wild  

Muted hues of Nature sing softly  

A dance of shadows and light.

Moments unremarked, 

Zephyr's call.