The Wall_Spring 2023_Issue 9

Amid the golden light of spring that warms fur and feather, a new fox is born, a new heartbeat and soul to live in this forest home. In the colourful canopy of foliage is the song of so many animals, a medley of diversity. In the earth are the prints of their feet, a story told in mud and dirt of their gentle ambling days. The sun rises, frozen in the sky, and rich in many oranges, reds, and yellows. However, the light must fade to a weak twilight so the ethereal moon can scatter stars into the sky.

Then, just on the crest of the hill, are several fox-shaped silhouettes.Two stand, while the others tumble about, pulling one another over and weaving through the sleeping trees. Foxes flow upon the twilight hills as if they are on the high arc of a flamboy ant rainbow. - brown, gold, and red, ready to embrace the The fox es are soft and bright black heavens of night.Their hazel irises, the most romantic of browns, swim with moonlight. Perhaps tonight I will dream of the forest, from the rich-brown earthen hues of the forest ground to the lavish foliage of the trees above. Or perhaps, I will dream of my fox.

Written by Evie Buckley, (she/her), S10

Artwork: Sienna Harriss, LVI

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