In the forest in the gentle morning
The orioles and robins greeted the day
The quick brown fox, panting in fear
Smelled the hounds in pursuit not far away.
The hunters crouched over their saddles
Urging their steeds into feverish speed
The hounds cried, "He's over here, over here!"
And the dogs took the maddening lead.
The fox put his fear aside
And plotted his path to get away
The scent of the men on horseback
Meant food would wait another day.
The circle was closing with the fox within
The hounds, sensing the hunt's conclusion,
Drooled and bayed in anticipation
the fox slipped through the circle in the confusion.
The men in red cursed at their dogs
As they assessed the failure of their quest
The fox laughed and ran away
still alive, he followed the sun as it headed west.
About the Creator
Dan McCrory
Dan McCrory was published in the 2020 anthology of California’s Best Emerging Poets. He is the author of three books which have received awards and, like his poetry, look for the quirky angle or the humor in a serious situation.
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