The golden rays of the sun,
shine on the red fox
as she traverses the trodden dirt path
among the tall pine trees and disappears.

The smell of earth and leaf mold,
and the occasional sweet bloom
rise from the forest floor
in the summertime's heat.

A long dead tree stump
makes a great watchtower,
elevated and out of the dampness,
to survey the muddy creek bottom.

Below, a bobcat slinks in the shadows
down to the flowing creek,
rapid fire pink tongue
draws it in, to satiate thirst.

Suddenly ears ***** high,
and the cat flattens out,
a high pitched squeak
and motion in the pine straw.

The mouse emerges from its tunnel
on the other side of the creek,
a leaping bobcat is its last sight,
as it is carried away into the woods.