My Friend

I’ve met this great friend of mine
When I first saw her sun started to shine.
I don’t know if she knows who I am,
But I know she’s worth more as a dosen of gem.

There’s this one thing that luckely nobody minds,
Cause she isn’t a part of our huge mankind.
She’s a fox, some kind of a black beauty,
But she’s a fox with a very heavy duty.

She had lost some of her little babys,
Not ‘cause a eagle and nor ‘cause the rabies.
A farmer of wich some chickens were eaten,
And now the farmer wants the fox to be beaten.

Since some of her babies were killed,
She tries to get her home rebuild.
She knows the way through whole the domain,
And is sure not to be catch behind some chain.

A fox is a very smart creature,
And will last till long in the future.
This ofcourse is when the survive the first weeks,
And learn to use distraction techniques.

Still there was just 1 baby fox saved,
This one trained a lot and had behaved.
But the farmer knew that trick,
And the baby didn’t succeed looking too sick.

Still the baby managed to get away,
I rescued it at dawn before the day.
It ran back straight to her mother,
Hoping it could live like just another.

The last time I’ve seen her is a long time ago,
But she’s just fine, I just know…


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Opdracht voor engels op school... Is gebaseerd op een boekje voor boekverslag ;-) [" The Midnight Fox" - Betsy Byars]
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