The Thought Fox (Faber Nature Poets)

Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

All the richness of the wild is seen through the poet's eye, highlighting the variety of the natural world and of Hughes's poetry about it. Poetry for young adult readers.