How the Bird Flew

The fox grappled the sparrow

In a melee of feather and fir;

The only sounds in the forest

Erupted from where they were.

As snow and feather signaled score

Of the battle, out from the sight I

Saw the sparrow wing the victor:

Away! Away! And the fox bounded

Off, in search of another contestant

To play gladiator for his dinner;

Tired, hungry, and discontent.

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