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Foxes in the night
Staring, seeking, feeling
Stark dots, dark tails
Is it a star or is it a memory
Resplendent sentry
Watch over my dreams this nigh
They will be full of beautiful foxes
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We had a mysterious, quiet fox watching us all night long as we waited on a bus bench for morning to come in rural Croatia. Every once in a while he/she would appear in the middle of the road just staring, and we’d see its eyes glowing from out of the dark woods. Later we realized it was probably just after the garbage in the can nearby! But after that we had a great respect for foxes.
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