I can hear him snore as I tiptoe closer … Will he rush off in a panic if I get too close?
But breakfast calls…So needs must; I start crashing through the raspberry canes, reaching for the juicy red glorious berries…Mmm
As I tramp about filling my bowl, the cool little fox just turns over, yawns, and, covering his nose with his beautiful tail, falls back into a dream.
I have never fed him, and I don’t know how he got so tame. The only thing he seems to fear around my house and garden is…
The Skittle Cat. Lord of all he surveys. Should have called him Greebo.
Happy Solstice, everyone.