Mr. Fox

Targeted by three
Farmers, I fled to kingdom
Subterranean.

By tunnel I took
Their sustenance to feed my
Kith and kin, the ones

For whom I cared. They
watched my hole with rifles trained,
Waiting for me to

Appear; never would
I. Outsiders always stole
My favorite things,

As they did my tail,
So splendid. I watched them from
My lair, forever.

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