there is something holy about a fox at dusk, the way it appears without arriving, all rust and shadow, as if the evening thought briefly about becoming alive.
it watches me with the calm suspicion of something that has survived people.
i do not move.
neither does it.
for a moment we agree not to ruin this.
then it turns, slips beneath the trees, and leaves me standing there with the strange feeling that i was the one being observed.
Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Malana Kline is a writer and artist with a love for creative expression in all its forms. She writes poetry and fiction, exploring everything from the intimate and melancholic to the strange and imaginative. Beyond writing, she creates digital art and enjoys photography and crafting. Her work is driven by curiosity, creativity, and a fondness for finding beauty in the details.
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