The fox is in the field
I see him from our window.
The mice are lying low
Amidst the grass,
Surely hoping
For another day.

The fox is not a villain, as he
Pounces and comes up short.
He will try again
Hungry as he is.
Crafty, but frank.

His den is in the forest,
Kits to feed.
Perhaps this day,
He will find the mice
And as his blessing
For the meal, rest awhile
In the sun.

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