The Thought Fox

Cold, delicately as the dark snowA fox's nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve a movement, that nowAnd again now, and now, and nowSets neat prints into the snowBetween trees, and warily a lameShadow lags by stump and in hollow. Of a body that is bold to comeAll the richness of the wild is seen through the poet's eye, highlighting the variety of the natural world and of Hughes's poetry about it. Poetry for young adult readers.