The Fox | 6

When Fred approached a stoat he made a point to walk around him,

His heart was filled with rage and wrath, his patience wearing thin.

All tarnished with the same foul brush were each and every stoat.

And Fred would wish harm to befall them and hope that they all choke.

(C) R Stephens, 2019

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