The Curious Little Fox
He is a curious little guy, we knew for sure.
His eyes were piercing, but his heart was pure.
For a fox, he is kind of dainty, said Old Mrs. Sight.
Do not upset him, I replied, for he might bite.
The fox was known to take a nibble or two.
Out of a person, a lamp, a bread bag or a shoe.
I had not personally had a bite by the creature.
But did not want to become an emergency room feature.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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