alexandrawangswriting

Here are my poems and short stories

Fox is Resting

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Fox curls into a tight orange ball,
Like a persimmon
In the autumn woods.

Black ears twitch at the rustle of tiny feet,
And the whispering sound of fallen leaves.
Tail makes a lazy eight,
Looking like a carp in a Japanese pond.

Don’t come too near you tiny mice and gentle rabbits!
Fox is resting, but he is always ready,
With his sharp claws.

 

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