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.