A Fox in the Henhouse

Someone must have left thelatch

Unhinged and open overnight

For the late night hunter,nocturne villain

Hiding in the faded light.

 

The crickets cry, thebullfrog sings,

The night owl questions,"Who is there?"

But not a sound the stealthnight raider

Makes as he roams far andnear.

 

Could I have faltered sounwary?

So assured? So confident?

Must I now pay for caution'sflaws?

The answer is self-evident.

 

The fox will raid but tosurvive,

And he will journey far andwide

To find the point of leastresistance

In the shadows where he hides.