A fox sits atop a hill.


A fox sits atop a hill.
Her stomach growls,
As if a beast were trapped within.
Her nose twitches, catching the scent of food.
The only food for miles;
She hasn’t eaten in so long.
She smells it again,
Rotting and putrid flesh.
The only food for miles.
She tracks it,
Finds it,
And begins to feast.
She feasts until she is full of decay and the earth closes around her.
A fox sits atop a hill.
Her stomach growls,
As if a beast were trapped within.
Her nose twitches, catching the scent of food.
The only food for miles;
She hasn’t eaten in so long.
She smells it again,
Rotting and putrid flesh.
The only food for miles.
She tracks it,
Finds it,
And begins to feast.
She feasts until she is full of decay and the earth closes around her.

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