The Stoat faced a choice.

To leave,

Or to stay.

If he left

Then he believed

That his woes would go away.

But if he stayed

He would be placed,

And he would face,

Intense scrutiny.

Where The Wolf

And all his cronies

Would play dirty.

They’d fabricate a story

Ignore the good that he had done.

Indefensible despite good evidence,

He’d lost. They’d won.

(C) R Stephens, 2019

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