The One-Man Indie

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The Smiling Fox

When dawn comes with birds in the trees,

Their sweet song floating on the morning breeze.

I, on my early walk,

am looking for a prey to stalk.

My clever mind turning all the while

behind an overly-confident smile.

The Smiling Fox, I am he.

Tramping through the woods, happily.

I happened upon a tasty hare,

but I had caught her unaware.

Eating prey without chase is not my way.

So, I smile and let her run away.

Others take what they can out of their need,

but I have no fear because of my speed.

Through the meadow and the woodland, I gracefully sail,

Bounding with ease o'er hill and dale.

The baying hounds are on my track,

but I am not alarmed by that.

Though they follow me wheree'er I roam,

I lose them in the forest, my secret home.

So I shall smile, conceitedly.

Knowing no hunter shall capture me

and keep laughing, walking through the wood,

where the water's fresh and the breeze is good.

The Smiling Fox, I am he.

Tramping through the woods, happily

and that's the way I'll always be.

~©2020 By Al Baker