The vixen
The dark furred vixen
In the solemn full moon night
Covered in nocturnal nature self
Escapes from the the stray dogs
But just one wrong step
And she is in cycle again
Now the blood on her neck
Goes down and drops from her leg
With a stech of her wound
And the reddened trail of her pad
Lures already blood-thirsty hounds
To play her last unwelcomed act
Withered from blood and strength
She leaves the forest and touches the glade
Where the shining moon kisses her with the rays
And calls her near to allay her pain
She crawls to the horizon
Where the promises awaits
Without doubting the probity of luna
Believing the sincereness of tales
And here is the sound of terror heard
She tries to escape from her own hearse
But vixen is weak and she is slow
Unlike chasing her bloody dogs
She crawls till she gets trapped
By the danger she was fleeing
And now she gets stabbed
And expires her last breathing
She ment no harm for others
Tried to hunt creatures in wilds
And did not touch the domestic lairs
So how she ended up here? The owl will tell!
The owl observes everything in the night
And tells the vixen what she will be up to night.
But the reckless creature does not understand
And continues to wander in her fairy land
The night the owl have heard
How stray hounds talked about the hunt
And the next pray of their game
Must have been the vixen that walks astray
Now she tastes the bitterness of her mistake
Mistake, that she will for her whole life disdain.
She prays to have another chance.
But can dead have or use a chance?
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