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Creeping Fox
What did you say?
As you slowly turned
To look my way?
Lifting a leg
As I passed.
Then slinking off
To the tall grass.
So wise, so old,
How many lessons…
Does your life hold?
Why are you here,
In midday?
Where is your den,
In which you lay?
Do come with me
To join in,
On this life's
Great journey.
What will you say
With your last breath?
What will you do
With your last step?
Creeping Fox,
Dying away,
Out and about
In spite of day.

(Inspired by an actual event on my Father's birthday)


i enjoy this one very much
i find it witty

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