I stumbled upon foxes, beautiful creatures, they spoke to me, protectors, teachers.
They made me follow, running and hopping,
anxiety welcomed me, a hard pill to swallow.
Surrounded by trees, larger than skyscrapers,
light fading like a disease,
enter the prairie dogs.
Too many appearing from under the ground,
surrounding the foxes, yipping and yapping,
"Protect The Foxes," I'm spellbound,
looking for safe ground, still running, noise overlapping.
One pitch-black-colored prairie dog, bigger in size,
stopping in front of me, speaking, unclearly,
goodbye sunrise, here I stand, I agonize,
"Save The Foxes," search for comfort,
but darkness engulfed me, a picture no longer painted clearly.
Awoken by noise, a voice dearly.