Glimpsed...Gone

He is secretive and swift, a
whirlwind of flying red pelt,
vulpine backglance; right and
then left, yet focus ahead, its tail
a brushfire of crackling speed,
flanks in muscular tandem
with its flighting gait. The
fox melts into the wet, green
welcoming underbrush of the
forest, escaping the incredulous
glare of human eyes, uncertain
that the momentary image they
witnessed is a phenomenon
of nature in their brief incursion
within the dusky forest confines.