Sly Fox

Doth not my sleek enemy furtively creep?
Amid the fauna my loving nature as it lay asleep
Think now, how must I save my little ones to keep
From a vixen of cunning and hunger so deep
Should it be at night you must reap
That I should hunt and seek you complete
And a gun must lay you in a heap

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“Sly Fox”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg

Published: 
July 5th, 2005
Category: 
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