A Fox Tale
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What inspired me to write this was when I drove passed an old abandoned house and I saw a fox sitting on the porch. The house was fenced in and had about an half acre of barren trees scattered around the property. A sad sight seeing that the once was forest, and the lone old house was now completely surrounded by new construction. I have never seen that fox again.
Remembering days of young- long ago
Adventurous me, I yearned for playtime
Playing with my siblings on mounds of snow
To the peaks of high mountains I would climb
'Neath fallen oaks rotted stumps, I have hid
I used to be so sly and so witty
Down wettened remnants of mudslides- I've slid
'Fore man turned my home into a city
I now live in an abandoned brownstone
Once red-haired and fluffy-tailed; now all grey
For twenty-five years I have lived alone
Inside concrete walls...near the Hudson Bay
One last howl, 'fore I dream into the deep
One last howl, now I lay me down to sleep
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
1/22/2021
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2021
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