Quickly
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.
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31.03.23
Copyright © Emilia James | Year Posted 2023
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