The Fox - Sarah . Scoil Naomh Aingeal
Her tail swishes under the dark cloak of night,
Her face, desperate yet tired,
Her fur is standing bolt upright.
I turn towards the rustling in the bushes,
A rabbit sticks it's head out.
The sly creature immediately crouches down on her stomach,
As she approaches her next meal,
She crawls carefully towards it,
I close my eyes in fear of what I will see.
As I risk a glance,
Both creaures are nowhere to be seen,
They have disappeared with no sound,
I am alone.