The Fox “I did not harm his cattle or his sheep, Although I did enjoy the wayward hen. The rodents I killed more than earned my keep, But still they drove me from my quiet den. And when I tried to flee, they hounded me. Those purebreds barked so madly at my scent. These noble people would not leave me be -- For I, alas, had not paid the lord's rent. Indeed, my crime was that I dared to live Upon some rock strewn knoll of his estate, And for this priv'lege could no shilling give -- To this lordship who signed and sealed my fate. For with one shot, he put my life in check, Then used my hide to warm his lady's neck.” Copyright 2021 Bernard A. Quarterman, Jr.