DISCLAIMER:
I do not own this picture. If you know who the photographer is, let me know. This poem is my own, inspired by The Fox and the Crow, one of Aesop's Fables. I know this one is kinda cheesy (bad pun, sorry).
The fox is cunning, devious and full of deceit.
But he has promises to keep.
After a day of mischief, comes lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He finds the crow in the trees ahead,
Thoughts of his meal preoccupy his head,
He catches, in his mouth, the bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
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Poetry
PoetryIn this context, "poetry" is a bit of a stretch. Call it whatever you want. These are some random poems I come up with here and there.
