Racing Through Life Wearing Blinders


Foolish was the fox who
down the rabbit hole crept
without caution, quick,
deliberate on the trail
of a faint set of steps.

So focused, fervent,
in his hunting quest,
nose to the ground
engulfed in the scent
of supple, furred flesh.

On such unrelenting mission
bound to sniff out his prey
that he never caught wind
or sound of the hounds
gaining in their own pursuit.

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