The Sun Is A Golden Fox

The sky is a blue meadow land.
The sun is a golden fox fleeing from earnest pursuers.
The clouds are horses mounted by British gentry.
Each day is a fox hunt.
Oh how feral is the wily fox of the sun !!
She manages to outrun, outsmart her opponents every time.
At day's end the sun descends below the horizon,
like a tired fox slipping onto her burrow,
safely obsconced in the darkness.