Hell’s hunt on pounding hooves
rattles leaves in its quest
to slaughter mystery.
Ego thinks bravado’s noise
will scare sly into misfortune,
but cunning wears silence well.
Man, horse or hounds are no match
for the fox’s unequaled mastery of using
another’s bluster as a cloak for disappearing.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
What the fox actually sounds like.
At Real Toads Mama Zen challenged us with, "What does the fox say?" She wanted us to use 43 words or less to communicate it, but I broke the rules by five extra words. Words Count With Mama Zen ~ Sleepover Edition