The Fox | The Final Chapter.

The Fox had long passed on,

As too had his views.

His descendants harboured hatred

About the things of Stoats they knew.

Stoats did not exist in The Woodland

They once called home

Forced into the wilderness

In isolation they must roam.

If a Stoat made moves to visit

The epitaph in The Wood

To reflect upon the history

Of the place where it now stood.

The Fox would snarl and growl

And bark and snap and hiss.

Deep rooted antagonism

Wrought The Fox, and Wolf, and Co

Any threat to their identity

They’d howl and snarl


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