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The Fox
by Kerren C. Todkill
The Fox looked down from the rise at the Chicken coop
And thought of chicken baked and boiled, and some made into soup
The coop was strong and sturdy
Made from sapling and heavy plank
With wire mesh for the run
The roost was half a tank
With drooling mouth the Fox crept down
To the corner of the pen
And there inside the coop
Were many fat and juicy hens
The Mesh was buried in the ground
So his work had just begun
He'd have to dig for half the night
To get inside the run
To the corner of the roost
The Chickens all gathered back in fear
They had seen all this before
And knew the Fox's supper time was near
As the Fox he slowly laboured
To get inside the run
The thing he hadn’t counted on
The Farmer had a gun
With his head buried in the earth
His tail stuck in the air
His only thought was chickens
He didn’t have a care
He had barely broken through
And could nearly taste the pullets
He didn’t know what hit him
When he felt the Farmers bullets
Now his hunger doesn’t bother him
He has to chase his meals no more
Cause he's just another fox skin
Pegged to the Farmer's door
 Lady Asrai · Sun Apr 20, 2008 @ 02:38am · 0 Comments |
