Fox
Beautiful, red, orange, or white,
Sly eyes through the night,
Its prey gives it a look of fright,
Sharp, sharp claws symbolize might,
Always ready to brutally fight,
Eyes shine in the dimming light,
The beautiful, red, orange or white.
Prism My mind is a prism. That reflects my stormy soul, Everyone sees a different side of the hurricane in my head.
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