Vixen Quotidian?

When first I saw the fox a second time,
Out dashing darkward on the frozen lake,
As if in flight direct from furtive crime,
I trained my high beams as she made her break.
She saw my lights and flashed her green-gold eyes,
Which looked at me as if to say, “What gives?”
And in her gaze I seemed to realize
I was a little sad to see her live
Her life just as she lived it all her days;
When at our first acquaintance she appeared
As holy spirit—sudden stroke of grace;
And with the second sight, she was I feared,
Becoming just a fox who crosses lakes—
And that was something I just couldn’t take.

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