Poem 2: The woods

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
Though not all who roam within them sleep.

In my dreams I am the pretty red fox,
I sniff the night air and lurk behind rocks.

These amber eyes seek any moving shadow,
Perhaps a sleek rabbit entering its burrow.

Tonight, it seems, there will be no luck,
Into their cosy lairs my prey have snuck.

Over roots and mossy stones, I leap again,
Hurrying towards the welcome warmth of my den.

Prompt 2: Poetry Marathon 2022. Sample by Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost. 

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