A dream of two foxes

I dreamt, I dreamt, the strangest of dreams.

Two foxes meet on a London street,

Full of confidence, supreme.

Consuming a carton of fried chicken, complete

With sauce a plenty, for to savour their meat.

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I dreamt, I dreamt, of foxes cunning,

Sunning themselves on a railroad bank.

Taking it slow on a balmy day,

On their way to their rural retreat,

Away from bustle, hustle and urban heat.

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Read the story of Mr Smythe and Mr Darcy, The town fox and the country fox. A modern take on The town mouse and the country mouse fairy tale: The town fox and the country fox

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I dreamt, I dreamt, of a fearful deception:

A poor fox, victim of cruel misdirection,

Ferocious fangs of a force of fierce foxhounds.

Running and hiding he cannot evade

The pack of gruff hunters. Killers, all, made.

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This is the story of the Town Fox and the Country Fox, a tale I dreamt up while on a weekend stay in a Knightsbridge (London) hotel with a lady. On the street outside this boutique inn, I saw two foxes eating a discarded takeaway and wondered what they might be saying to each other. My first entry to the Vocal Legends Rewritten challenge. If you like canids, you might like my Wolfy Tales Challenge. Write a poem, flash fiction or short story on a wolfy theme and win $10.

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Thanks for reading

Ray