The Fox -

Fox pants knowingly through the snow covered wood.
Late afternoon pale, falls into dark's deadly grip.
Daytime visitors have gone to seek their fires.
Fox,
pads on alone.
The course he takes is swift and straight.
He does not hesitate.
Despite the snow fox knows the path,
As if it were ingrained beneath his wintry red.
The ghostly footprints of his ancestors
Fox now treads.