Incongruous
A fox trots in fine lines
through the pencil sketch forest
to pause at tree here,
stump there,
its movements precise
or holy
it marks the roots in an ochre light
like a musky saint
leading its flickering trail
to curling bed
beneath these paired giants,
curious,
distinct,
a spruce and hemlock grown side by side,
mismatched
like socks
or perfect
in being drawn
together
appearing
as incongruous
as the threat perceived
by their
differences.
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