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  • As I walked down my urban street
    A red fox crept across my path.
    Such a wonder
    An encounter with this old soul

    A breath of wildness freezing in his tracks
    In the headlights of my gaze.
    He viewed me; not of his world
    of ancient rites.

    He drew me into the wild.
    Feeling the wind run through my hair
    Running free, Joyful hunt
    Fear and hunger.

    A memory of times when no human
    Had disturbed the wilderness
    Where he could wander
    And chase

    Free from our disturbing
    concrete maze
    We who have ventured
    into his domain.
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