when the rabbit and fox both meet in the wood
you can never be sure if the two will be good
and you watch for a while and hope that they could
be the very best friends but suspect one is food
so the rabbit starts running away from the fox
and before very long she discovers the clocks
which are ticking away inside the small box
in a garden of safety with sweet-smelling phlox
there she hides and prays and rubs her white foot
and the chimney-sweep passes, face-painted soot
she watches the fox run while she just stays put
and survives by her wiles in this natural pursuit
Lee Emmett, Australia
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