a lullaby from a fox _______________________ there was a fox who taught lullabies to the wind. i. in the hush before sunlight touched the trees, the fox sang. a slow, golden hum stitched from dew and dandelion breath. the breeze, still heavy with sleep, curled close to listen. ii. each morning, the wind returned. it brought the scent of wildflowers and warmed stone. it circled the fox like a question, warm and expectant. iii. now the breeze hums as it moves through the branches—a melody as bright as morning tea and warm paws on moss. the forest stirs on gently. the day begins kinder. the fox sings only when it wants to, and never alone.
