FOUR RED FOX PUPS:

Playing, jumping, romping.
Unfortunately, all taking place behind the wood pile.

I did, however, catch glimpses of those economy-sized ears,
Bobbing just above the long grasses, and
Watched their tiny torsos twisting, turning,
In happy pursuit of one another..

As this kit, raced to higher ground,
She paused,
I snapped.

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