The Sleeping Fox

Like a fur collar curled around the tree stump, spine so neatly bending, a tucked-in tail.

Golden gleaming killing machine, or perhaps a child’s soft toy, stuffed decoration, fashion accessory.

Wild fox, free, confident you can bask when those around you fear for their lives in your presence you need only fear man, human cruelty.

Specism, killers kill, human and fox, deadly combat a hunt to the death, give as you would receive. Hunting for pleasure or for life.

“A prompt from Share The Love Issue 4 by Martin Rushton, tag me or use #Stlprompt