Fox, nature’s trickster,
peering at it’s prey,
plotting.
Under a tree,
hidden in bushes.
Does it pounce?
Never.
But that fox,
that fat, foolish, fox.
Thought it was so slick.
It circled the nest,
when.
Sploosh!
It fell in the river,
whilst the bird laughed,
unaware of the second fox,
only inches away.
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