FOX

I watched the leaves float to the ground

I listened, yet I heard no sound

I hesitated to catch my breath

I thought I might be close to death

I could see the hound was not far back

I knew he was about to attack

I tried to speed up, I ran and I ran

Until I tripped over an old rusty can

I looked down at my foot it was bleeding and sore

I limped until I could not move anymore

Lucky for me the hound was gone

So I laid down and slept there until it was dawn

I got up at dawn and limped to a river

Just looking at it made me shiver

I put my foot in to wash my cut

When I looked up I spotted a hut

Beside the hut I saw a chicken pen

I glued my eyes on a large feathered hen.

I limped my way towards the large bird

I went quietly so I would not be heard

I chased the large bird around the pen

Until I caught the large feathered hen

I almost took a bite, but then set it free

Because I had remembered it could have been me.

© by Mandy Dobson © ----1995(age-11 years)