11 October 2012

Paw prints following me about,

A shadow creeping up,

I hear something shout,

A yelp from a cup.

When I turn around,

And find this little fox,

I suddenly pounce,

And put it in a box.

I carry it home,

Where it's warm and dry,

Clean up its leg.. No more moans

I think it's time to say goodbye.

I took it outside,

Once it had healed,

I now never hear it cry,

And let it out free!!

GreenRoseA Little Hurt Cub • Opuss № I