Red Fox
Run, red fox, run.
The chase is on.
Riders in red
pursue,
but cannot hear
your cries
over blaring horns
and galloping
hooves.
Go to ground, red
fox,
go to ground.
The hounds will
clamor
at the entrance to
your den,
while you, ever the
clever one,
slip quietly out
the back.
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