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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=417345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Fox's winter's tail</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=417345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am the cunning Fox - Renard is my name<br>I roam around Bockmer looking for game<br>Rabbits, guinea pigs and chickens will do<br>And my favourite meal is a duck or two.<br>Then one day I saw three lovely ones all in one go<br>Standing on their pond and deep in the snow<br>I thought that evening a duck for dinner would be nice<br>It'd make a change from eating squealing rats or mice.<br>So around midnight I planned my attack<br>To creep slowly around the back<br>I cleaned my teeth, I licked my lips and brushed my tail<br>I knew my plan was watertight and therefore could not fail.<br>It was cold and the snow so thick<br>As I set off to carry out my dastardly trick<br>The moon was full, bright and clear<br>Then as I approached cautiously from the duck house quacking I could hear.<br>I had to get close, I had to peek and see<br>Which one of these lovely birds would fill my hungry tummy<br>I was nearly there- whiskers away so to speak<br>When the floor gave way a tremendous creak.<br>I held my breath and closed my eyes<br>Hoping nothing was heard from those inside<br>Three beautiful ducks asleep, gorgeous, fat and ready for taking<br>Never, never again would they be waking.<br>Or so I thought.<br>I should have listened, I should have waited<br>And prepared to strike with my heart beat much accelerated<br>I wriggled my hips, I wriggled my bottom<br>And the creaking sound was soon forgotten.<br>Just then one of these beauties woke up and saw me about to attack<br>Opened its beak and made a most frightening loud ‘QUACK'<br>Everyone jumped - not least me<br>The next thing I knew I was hanging from a tree.<br>I gritted my teeth and then started to pray<br>Then heard the faint sound of the branch slowly give way<br>It's funny how life flashes in front of your eyes<br>Knowing that soon you may be about to die.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=417345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=417345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With an almighty crack the branch broke and I was no longer dangling in the breeze<br>‘Oh no' I said, and gave the branch a tighter squeeze<br>Too late, I was tumbling and turning; I closed my eyes, I held my breath<br>Waiting for the inevitable, waiting for death.<br>Then suddenly I found myself wrapped in something soft and warm that smelt so foul<br>I opened my eyes, I had landed in - guess what - an enormous deposit of cow.<br>Now we foxes are known to be silky, red and clean<br>Not like some movie monster whose looks are sometimes quite frightening and obscene.<br>So to save my coat and my pride as well<br>I ran quickly as if being chased by the hounds from hell<br>Back to my den to wash away this awful smell<br>And remove all the muck from my large bushy tail.<br>The path was clear and ice reflected the moonlight and snow<br>As I ran across, what I thought was, an empty road<br>What happened happened next was all too fast<br>I knew that my luck was never going to last.<br>For all I can remember a split second before the lights went out<br>Was a woman driving a car open-mouthed about to shout.<br>I heard the skidding of tyres on the snow<br>As it swerved to avoid me not knowing which way to go<br>First left, then right, its headlights piercing through the night<br>Capturing me frozen, my eyes wide with fright.<br>I just couldn't move, stuck it would appear, to the road<br>It was then that I had visions of being squashed like a big fat toad.<br>But luck had yet to play her hand of fate<br>As I found myself running with a car right behind me through a gate<br>Bouncing here, bouncing there before it hit me and sending me up in the air<br>The driver, still with mouth open, her eyes in a frightened stare.<br>Only then did I notice something missing that caused me to go pale<br>For now I am a fox missing its big bushy red tail - ‘Oh hell'<br>I have never had to endure so much shame<br>Sitting in my den quietly and in so much pain.<br>The ducks of Bockmer are happy as can be<br>Knowing they got the last laugh and a piece of me.<br>It now sadly flutters high above their house for all to see<br>For my tail is a warning to fiends and foxes alike<br>That if you mess with them they'll likely give you a very nasty bite.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=JeanJacques+Evendon">JeanJacques Evendon</a></strong></div>