By Maradas Graham

One quick fox and one lone wolf

Regarded one another

Alike enough in form and breed

The two could near be brothers

The one quick fox and one lone wolf

Were both at prowl for prey

They shared a common hunting ground

And both were out that day

The one lone wolf, he heard a noise

And cocked his shaggy head

In the direction of the sound

And he caught a flash of red

The one quick fox spied through a shrub

The wolf, as he inquired

About the sound and flash of red

Which had his sense wired

The one quick fox and one lone wolf

From where stood and from where lie

Saw the source of sound and flash

As a bird dropped from the sky

The one quick fox and one lone wolf

Appraised the breast of red

They both regarded flapping wing

And nervous turn of head

The one lone wolf was still and calm

As he watched the robins hop

Then silently he crept a step

Ahead, and then did stop

The one lone wolf approached the bird

In confidence and calm

Knowing, sure shed be his meal

By evenings darkening balm

The one quick fox made one quick dash

From shrubto shrubto shrub

Till near enough to hopping bird

Their shoulders near could rub

The one lone wolf feared not the foxs

Interference in his meal

Hed known all long hed own the bird

The fox so wished to steal

The one lone wolf, he settled down

To wait on leafy lawn

Waiting for the bird to near

The wolf stifled a yawn

The one quick fox was also sly

And at the wolf he glanced

From the corner of a slanted eye

And around the bird he danced

The one lone wolf no longer stared

Directly at the bird

He knew shed be there when he rose

He looked off, self assured

The one lone wolf ignored the bird

The one quick fox did act

As the wolfs mind turned to other thoughts

The one quick fox attacked

The one lone wolf, who owned the bird

He dropped his jaw, surprised

As the quick fox ran off with the meal

The wolf had scarcely prized

The one lone wolf shook shaggy head

In sorrow oer the loss

And rose on fours from leafy bed

And slunk off oer the moss

The one quick fox smiled to himself

For his wisdom brought this steal

If you take your bird for granted

A faster beast will have a meal

The one lone wolf who owned the bird

And valued her not any

Was bested by the one quick fox

Who you see valued her plenty.