The Red Fox

Through the oak trees and blades of grass,
A red fox quickly made his pass.
Dashing fearlessly with grace and skill,
He came upon the top of a hill.
What changed his pace was what he found,
Another red fox lying dead on the ground.
Caught in a bear trap, its fate was sealed,
The time had come, the end was revealed.
The red fox began to move again after one hour,
But this time, he thought, he would stop to smell the flowers.

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