The Fox

The Fox went out on a chilly night

He prayed for the moon to give him light

For he’d many a mile to go that night

Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o

He’d many a mile to go that night before he reached the town-o

He ran till he came to the farmer’s pen

The ducks and the geese were kept therein

He said “a couple of you are gonna grease my chin,

Before I leave this town “

Said a couple of you are gonna grease my chin, before i leave this town-o

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The rain lifted but the wind still howled. Oh it howled.

Out of the thicket appeared a red fox. And luck would have it, the wind provided me the opportunity to get some of the better fox portraits I have taken in the some 16 years I have been playing with cameras. That howling wind apparently carried my scent elsewhere and muffled my shutter noise beautifully. The fox will probably be the highlight of my week.

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