A sweet bird flying in the wind
So peaceful in flight
So pleasant to sight
A sweet bird
A cunning fox running through the undergrowth
So relaxed yet so determined
Single thoughts running through the mind
A cunning fox
Where the sweet bird lands it does not yet know
Seeking safety yet too trusting in nature
Perhaps too sweet a creature
Perhaps too pure a heart
For she lands next to a thorn bush
Ignorant of the foxes plans
Naïve of the sorrow of others
And suffers at the foxes hands
A sweet bird no more.
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