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The Fox

Stress rides him like a deranged beast as he opens the door and drops his bag. Mindlessly; he removes the layers of brightly colored cotton blended material freeing his true nature. He raises both arms over his head, leans to one side, arches his back and spreads his toes. The evening sun shone brightly through the west window, inviting rays warming the back of the couch. A small mew escapes his lipsas he arranges uncovered limbs balancing effortlessly on the small space His skin tingles in pure delight as the sunlight saturates his flesh. He sleeps like a fox.

A/N just for the record these 100-word non-poems, type like ficlets are hard to do. I applauded anyone who can just sit do and do this with out ripping hair out trying to decide what words to omit. Will I do another? Yes as soon as my hair grows back.