White Little Fox He stood staring in the falling snow his face - TopicsExpress



          

White Little Fox He stood staring in the falling snow his face crusted with ice standing alone His world is barren and co cold He searches for food far from the fold White Little Fox hears the wind It whips past forming ice cycles on him His beautiful white coat is thick Indians reverence him as a myth No one knows how he appears Or where he comes from each year White Little Fox watches from the place Where he watches over the graves White Little Fox once fought as an Indian He died in battle worthy and is now the guardian.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 12:06:44 +0000

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