The curious fox was a curious fox indeed.
Just when he was a kit, he entered an eagle's nest,
And had his eyes ripped out from its' socket.
Lessons never learned,
He has a new hobby now:
He enter houses in the middle of the night,
To see how humans live,
And how humans survive.
It didn't go well when the baby woke up,
And off goes the shotgun.
That's the price of being curious, my dear friend.
Created: Jul 24, 2012thesketchbookjournal Document Media