Taking a walk after Mass today, I noticed a dead fox by the roadside. Apparently hit by a car, but still beautiful. I composed the following rhyme for poor beast:
Your cunning was no match, poor fox,
For the speed of the iron box.
Ban cars. Bring back cart and ox.
Sancrucensis 
More, please!
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A beautiful animal. I live in the city, yet the area is populated by foxes. I rather enjoy watching them run about at night.
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Ode to an Armadillo
We drive by twice to wonder at the creature
Alive he hid by day but last night he was was struck
His armored shell could not withstand a Texas pickup truck.
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