Sunday, 1 July 2012

Quite early one morning

the little fox came sidling up Wol's Walk, peering through the ferns, careful, cautious, ears all a twitch
 s/he poked about round the clay pot with water, but it wasn't the water s/he was interested in, rather what Things Edible might be lurking, perhaps a juicy slug or two to slurp up with that tongue
 Raisin, in his basket was quite worried that this pretty visitor might investigate the cat flap
 who me?
 no, I'm too busy following up interesting sniffs and running with the morning breeze to bother you

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