Catch the sly fox as it creeps in the night,
Suit of a bear, puts up a fight.
Regress in the past, its down to the last,
Man of few words, free as a bird.
As it slowly takes flight,
And eats all the worms.
I killed the fox in its nest.
Putting sly to the test.
Now its time to just rest.
And take not the least,
Standing on my own 2 injured feet.
To die yet again,
As women to men.
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Comments1
Tricky metaphor in this poem that takes one through different animals in its journey. Nicely done
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