The Fox and the Hound

Scattered the scent relents covered up tracks from the dust of angelic trust filtered down in beads of pure essence illuminating a night stuffed away from the prey of a vicious hound Hidden away from a righteous rule intent to silence the willing few to comfort the fox over barren a broken box in spirit in spite of howls undiscovered in circles gone round Darkened in the den of attack fighting back claws capture release of another battled beast gentle strokes of a reddish fur exiting purrs into the precious hand dealt the chosen few