The fox and squirrel

A golden and coppery carpet caressed the soil.
Surrounded by a grey wall imposing and infinite.
Drizzle of crystal tears, introduced by soft whistling
A painter's revelation portrayed on a canvas of dreams

Rich droppings of treasure, laid down by ancient guards
Dotted red thrones surrounded the laid-out carpet
The rustling sounds of leaves, announced a little forager
Tiptoeing on little paws, its tiny forepaws collected some spoils

Glowing eyes observed the unfolding scene,
stealthily concealed in the emerald thickets
Lips licked, stomach rumbling, its back arched,
the dastardly predator erupted with sinister grace.

The little forager sensing its dire predicament, froze.
A medieval drama waiting for its conclusion
Its spoils scattered and plumeted on the tapistry.
The predator's jump reached its end
as paws touched the soil.

A deafening BOOM ripped through the silent girth.
Then the light died in its glowing eyes,
Silence dropped, a heavy, sudden weight,
Disturbed at last by one dull, heavy sound,
Left the still predator sprawled upon the ground.