The Fox

The Fox

The Fox

This cunning little fox,
who lived in the wood.
Would creep all around,
and get up to no good

The sly little fox,
did what he could.
He ran up and down,
foraging for food..

This clever little fox,
a farm he did see.
He seen loads of chickens,
he could have for his tea.

This wise little fox,
waited till night.
They couldn’t escape,
try as they might.

This clever little fox,
wasn’t as clever as he thought.
He returned to the farm,
and then he was caught.

This scared little fox,
he started to weep.
The farmer took pity,
and as a pet he did keep.

The grateful little fox,
watched over the farm.
He chased of the prey,
that meant the farmer some harm.

This happy little fox;
got plenty of food
and never again,
did he get up to no good.

Written by Jerri42
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I Have filled in some information on the about the writer page. Any suggestions for my website or poems subjects please leave a message and i will consider them all
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5 Responses to The Fox

  1. Susan says:

    I like your poem. (Susan Sharman, fellow poet).

  2. Cubby says:

    So unexpected. After the bee-cycle poem, I thought the fox might get whacked too so I was tense all the way up to the end. Very happy the fox was given a new purpose by the farmer. 🙂

    • jerri42 says:

      Yeah the other one was about the cycle of the bee and I had to be honest but this one was just about a little fox trying to feed itself so I saved it lol

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