Beyond the fox of doubt.

It´s as swift and muscle strewn as the evergreen forest´s fox.
Red and white it darts, the sly predator.
As doubt flys out of the undergrowth, the fear creator.
Like the fox after the squirrel, it seems almost too late.
The pine´s warm needles don´t protect the creatures from the frost.
Just like the circle of life lifts the status of the wild fox.
Bewildered are we from worry on the forest floor.
Our nervous movements our vision poor.
We as the preoccupied squirrels, nuts out of reach.
Doubt as the fox keeping us high in the tree.