A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now Sets neat prints into the snow Between trees, and warily a lame Shadow lags by stump and in hollow Of a body that is bold to come . . .
From “Thought-Fox” by Ted Hughes
Sometimes it just takes a glance to the edge of the path to see that a whole different world exists beyond our day-to-day concerns; and those who inhabit that world seem every bit as curious about us as we are about them.
Photo taken at Upton Farm by Kathy Kennedy