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fox on last legs
the fox next door
a little trot
a limp
in paddock colours
and lollop in the open
folds to tree
like mystery
and hungers on
how far?
that fox next door
to whom I say
'no chickens here, signor'
Love it
ReplyDeleteKia ora e hoa.
ReplyDeleteSo I guess Sweet got it all wrong, eh -
Fox on the run
You scream and everybody comes a running
Take a run and hide yourself away
Foxy on the run, f-foxy
Fox on the run and hide away
I like the poem.
'paddock colours' - just right
ReplyDelete:( you should have fled the poor fox!
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