Red Fox

Red fox, moving, body close to the ground,

Moving with strange economy, without sound,

Mind intent on the unstirring heather, intent

On your primitive path and the hard unfriendiy ground,

Valuable beyond words seems your secret to me,

Red fox, that you should be able to judge a tree

By its trunk, and the sky by the greener sky in the water,

And the sea by the gray fog coming from the sea.