The Fox
In isolation
The beauty it has goes unnoticed
But the quick glimpse
Is enough to change you.
Despite its vibrancy,
It somehow still wears a mask
And only some see its true nature.
Camouflaged unless you are looking.
I grab my camera
And as soon as I do
It is gone.
The picture never taken.
A moment I cannot grasp or claim,
But not uncertain.
I have no proof I saw the Fox
And that is exactly what he wants, I think.
Because his beauty cannot be captured,
Only claimed.
