So I’m walking down the street in the early dawn
And who should I meet but a cocky fox sitting on a lawn.
I ask him what he’s doing there, carefree as can be
And he replies, “I belong. This is my territory.”
I smile and shrug and wave goodbye and carry on my way.
Maybe I’ll see him again sometime, if meet him again I may.
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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life. Sometimes, I dabble in poetry.
Jake W. Powell 