a poem in my pocket

foxes build homes of cool earth;

burrows dug deep under changeable skies.

in dark den, a vixen gives birth,

to sightless pups who whimper where mom lies.

Creator God, to you all creatures raise myriad voices united in praise.

underground, newborn fox kits pass each hour

waiting for father who prowls, growling this night;

hunts by scent, stealthy as rare moon flower,

he fills cache with fresh meat before dawn’s light.

Creator God, to you all creatures raise myriad voices united in praise.

both reynard and vixen’s instinctual love

is needed to nurture each furry fox child

they protectively watch for danger above

and lead kits outside when weather grows mild.

Creator God, to you all creatures raise myriad voices united in praise.

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This poem uses the end rhymes and similar refrain of hymn, “For the Beauty of the Earth”.