Pardon Me Ma Am

Ma’Am with the prettiest roses, I do not usually say anything but I must. Your unique up-do is delightful, but it looks ready to bite you or bust. There is a trio of foxes living it up in your beautiful gorgeous red hair. One licks his lips as he overlooks you with a carnivore's loving stare. I know we have not been properly introduced in any kind of way. I have to tell you my anxious curiosity and concern is all over me today. There is an army of brown recluse spiders climbing up your sturdy back. Will it be a squeamish battle or a complete animalistic gory attack? Pardon me, Ma’am. These foxes look like they see right through me. I am trying to be helpful because I see furry things rather clearly. You might be in danger, a victim waiting to be hurt or blatantly done in. Is that a wood tick I see climbing up your neck, heading to your chin? A blue jay is on your shoulder. He has a beautifully shaped beak. I know this sounds insane, but there are some answers you must seek. Why are all of these animals hidden in our essence. What do you say? Ma'am, if I am bothering you, I will quietly be on my merry way.