Wild foxes

Hundreds of descriptive odes come to mind
Of the wise wily fellow
Who does purposefully dine
In a covey of hens
In a ramshackle coop
Clucking for England
Making sense as they troop
Seemingly actively chatting away
The barbed wire
Was broken
It had been they say
Giving the red soul
A way in and out
The finest of fellows
Without a doubt

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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