Pacific Rainforest Wildlife Guardians
Sometimes I heard the foxes as they ranged over the snow-crust, in moonlight nights, in search of a partridge or other game, barking raggedly and demonically like forest dogs, as if laboring with some anxiety, or seeking expression, struggling for light and to be dogs outright and run freely in the streets;
or if we take the ages into our account, may there not be a civilization going on among brutes as well as men? They seemed to me to be rudimental, burrowing men, still standing on their defense, awaiting their transformation.
Sometimes one came near to my window. Attracted by my light, barked a vulpine curse at me, and then retreated.
-Henry David Thoreau
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Questioning Faces
The winter Owl banked just in time to pass
And save herself from breaking window glass.
And her wings strained suddenly a-spread
Caught color from the last of evening red
In a display of under-down and quill
To glassed-in children at the windowsill.
-Robert Frost