Paws Carefully Lurk Across Freshly Fallen Snow, One Lay Limp And Cold, The Others Glide Like An Eagle On The Wind, While Holding A Fiery Orange Furry Body Above, A Black Muzzle Is Dressed In White, Evidence Of The Pursuit, Evidence Of The Hunt, Evidence Of The Winter Starvation, Tree Trunk Brown Eyes Swivel, Taking In This Risky Surrounding, The Taste Of Prey On A Lollipop Pink Tongue And, The Sounds Of Frozen Feathered Birds Perch In The Ears, Of Blackfoot The Fox
Pied Noir Est Brave Et Beau--Translated--Blackfoot Is Brave And Beautiful.. I Saw Him/Her Today While Writing My Sonnet V.. He/She Was Hunting In My Yard And Almost Caught A Squirrel.. I Named Him/Her Blackfoot Because Of Their Long Black Legs, Paws, And Muzzle. (It Uses Three Legs Instead Of Four) I Then Tracked The Fox Through The Woods, I Did Not See It Again, But I Hope I See Blackfoot Again.