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The chickens had scattered ever so quickly Squawking and clucking, fearful and swiftly. Feathers were flying as their panic set in A fox near their pen tries to break-in. His dinner is noisy, his dinner is fast The chickens are frantic feeling aghast But the fox is sly as well as cunning He won't waste energy with too much running. So he rests and waits until it is dark Watching and ready about to embark. The coast is clear or so it does seem And silently sets out on his hunting regime. He digs and slips under the wire Wanting a dinner, his focus and desire. Scents of his dinner arouses his hunger Dinner taste better when the meat is younger. Chickens in sight, which one to pick? The fatter, the thinner or a little young chick? Suddenly there's a light and the alarm bells ring The chickens go mad, panics again in full swing. The lights are bright the dogs bark is loud The owner shouts out, the fox momentarily cowed Dazzled and still for a moment or two He needs to get out the quickest way through. Quickly he scarpers, his head in a spin He's hungry and may get a little more thin Tomorrow he will search for another way in For now he's managed to save his own skin. Contest Name Writing Challenge 'Q' Words Sponsor Constance La France 31.03.23