a poem that is definitely about nature watching for a fox; please interpret it literally

insecure I scan the horizon
looking for Your vitality between these woods
a flush of Red in my undergrowth
a dash of White and you are gone again
insecure i wait at Home
i see eyes reflecting Light then gone again
i check my plate and you’ve Eaten
satisfied and Exhausted i go to bed
to wake up insecure and do it again