When
a dog startles the wild bee
from
the foxglove bell, it'll be
the
devil to play. That dog
will
think twice before he goes
sniffing
around blossoms
where
danger lurks. Deceptive,
those
finger-like blooms carry
no
hope of caress, no promise
of
a scratch around the ears.
He'll
learn. Not every fox wearing
mittens
is ready to romp or play.
Some
are tossing their gauntlets,
a challenge that
pits character
and faith
against consummate odds.
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