Jun 2015
As I approached
The eleventh tee,
A red-tailed fox
Looked up at me.
He stalks beside
A running creek,
Our eyes met
We didn't speak.
He took a peek
And lost his game.
Then I teed off
And did the same.
The eleventh tee,
A red-tailed fox
Looked up at me.
He stalks beside
A running creek,
Our eyes met
We didn't speak.
He took a peek
And lost his game.
Then I teed off
And did the same.
I've seen the fox several times. He hunts along the creek and across the fairways. We keep our distance. He looks as though he eats well.
