A Fox Is Special
It’s always a pleasure
To see a wily fox
In nature he’s together
With crows that caw a lot
Sometimes he has to wait
And patient he has to be
For his little prey
Under snow piled deep
And when the fox leaps
He knows his meal is there
Hiding underneath
With no escape anywhere
In the cold he dines
On his little meal
With the crows each time
Trying to get their fill
And there are times
When the foxes run and play
Until it’s hunting time
And their noses lead the way
Foxes enjoy the sunshine
With their bellies full
And spend time with their pups
Rowdy and never dull