For all our beloved Foxes

Wild foxes are the countries children
Families of the earth
Nocturnal angels in many ways
In gold alone are worth
A fortune to the wooden aisles
Oft hunted as we know
Trapped in snares and broken
By the lowest form of low.

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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