Tuesday, October 17, 2023

A Fox in the Henhouse

Someone must have left the latch

Unhinged and open overnight

For the late night hunter, nocturne villain

Hiding in the faded light.

 

The crickets cry, the bullfrog sings,

The night owl questions, "Who is there?"

But not a sound the stealth night raider

Makes as he roams far and near.

 

Could I have faltered so unwary?

So assured? So confident?

Must I now pay for caution's flaws?

The answer is self-evident.

 

The fox will raid but to survive,

And he will journey far and wide

To find the point of least resistance

In the shadows where he hides.

 

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