Snow. A clean blanket. I walked the dog. Dog pulled. I saw tracks. Small tracks. Delicate. Not a dog. They came from woods. Went to feeder. A clean chain. I looked. Dog pulled. I stopped. I thought of the maker. A red thought.
Then I saw it. A shape. By the tree. Red. A flash. It was gone. I waited. I was still. Dog was still. It came back. A fox. Small thing. Ears had black tips. Tail was a thick brush. A shape in the snow. A wild thing. It did not look at me. It looked at the snow. Its nose was a black dot. It was there. A fact. A red fact. Cold air was sharp.
The fox turned. Eyes were black beads. Quick eyes. Not afraid. Just aware. Not a dog. not a cat. A different thing. Face was a surprise. A point. Quiet ears. A delicate thing. A thought came. It was cute. A clear thought. It was cute. The fox moved. it was cute. A fluid line. it was cute. Gone. Tracks were there. Memory was there. A good memory. Red. In the white snow.
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