My woodland wanders 🦊

As I stood soaking up that atmosphere in amongst those trees so tall

Ancient oak with gnarled grim faces canopied the copse in dense, dark places

And I walked a little further on my countryside trail

When I caught a glimpse of a big, bushy tail

A sly old Fox looked at me from betwixt and between a Sycamore tree

That rusty red animal with bold, bright eyes

Looked uncomfortable amidst shocked surprise

But I guess I was a foreigner on his domain

And I had stopped him in his tracks on his country lane

So I ambled on and I left the Fox to his habitat