The Fox
So I got inspired after reading T. S Eliot. I dont think I'm an amazing poet or anything, but I do enjoy righting them if I feel like it. For this poem I did not use any rhyme scheme. I did use near rhyme however. Id like some feed back on this one. I just wrote down what came into my brain. I really like this one and I hope you do too. Enjoy.
Fox fur can be rather soft
But not in june
For he is gone
Fox paws are not very big
Put fast and quick and sharp
You see he has a cunning brain
This makes him rather smart.
His intelligence is unrivaled
By the other cunning things
These things that we give names
We think have such soundly rings.
But true are we to such depravity
Our heads held down by social gravity.
We think our brains are quick and sharp
Not unlike the cunning fox.
We have a lot to learn from them, the other animals.
To be cunning can solve nothing, but stall our problems more.