06/08/2025
In the meadow where the sun meets the sky,
A hummingbird and a fox pass by,
One flits and hovers with grace in the air,
The other slyly trots without a care.
The hummingbird sips nectar from flowers so bright,
With delicate wings that shimmer in the light,
Its habits are swift, a blur of colors so true,
A fleeting beauty in a world anew.
The fox, on the other hand, moves with cunning finesse,
In search of prey with a quiet impress,
Its habits are stealthy, a dance of patience and guile,
A creature of the night with a knowing smile.
Though different in habits, they each have their way,
One dancing with grace, the other, a clever display,
In the meadow, they meet, a contrast so clear,
A hummingbird and a fox, both noble and dear.