Sunday, 28 April 2013
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Burn off at Camp Hill, quite a scary sight, looked like a fire city of lights
Night Falls over the cold lands, dark beneath the moon, Black Fox stands...He lifts his head and howls at the moon.
She was as lithe as the whirling wind and she flickered over the moors. She was the most beautiful vixen Black Fox had ever seen.
They hunted side by side, field mice cowered in their wake. They left no Morsel for the mocking raven.
Warm in their den, they curled so close they could feel their beating hearts. Outside, the moon was rising.
As Autumn leaves fall from the old elm, thunder cracks the silence. Then as the fire dies away, the leaves rustle a rasping sigh.
White Vixen slept outside the den, her fur glittered with red rubies, the warmth beneath the icy fur fading away like the last rays of the moon.
I made this story up at Tafe. I've always like foxes, they are mysterious creatures. I was inspired by the novel, A Black Fox Running by Brian Carter and the T.V. series and the books The Animals Of Farthing Wood by Colin Dann
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