The Fox Trot

When a fox is young he learns to run, For there are those who hunt for fun, Piercing, slicing, maiming hearts, While lurking, smirking in the dark,

Sprinting, panting, short of breath, Escaping seems all this fox has left, But every quest needs time for rest,

even a pessimist wishes for the best,

For never letting down your guard, Offers little joy and no reward, Not every convergence will end in blood, Especially when approached with love,

So don't let one fright put out your light, Don't take a bow, stand up and fight, You can't bathe in the sun while on the run, A clever fox STOPS!

When he's found the one.