What do I hear, quietly running,
Scarlet, white and very cunning,
It looks at me with piercing eyes,
Creeping, hiding, telling lies,
Silent as a falling leaf,
Moves the furry, clever thief,
Carrying a feathered hen,
To a secret, hidden den,
It stops being on the run,
After darkness swallows sun,
Slowly, slowly power reaching,
Eyes are burning, whiskers twitching |
Submission Name: The Fox
