Woodbox Fox

If you want to be sly,
They say mimic a fox.
When sly’s what I try,
I just hide in a box.
Our house has a cupboard
That holds all our wood,
But mostly I used it
For hide-n-seek good.
No one would find me,
For days if I tried.
The hounds ran amuck,
While I stayed inside.
I guess that the box
Resembles a den.
So I guess I was acting
Just like a fox then.
The box is still there,
Filled with cobwebs and dust,
Far from the box now
Creep like a fox, I must.

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3 comments

  1. Lisa · October 23, 2012

    Grandma Gibbons and I really like this one…we read it together sitting in front of that fire box -your secret hiding place. Your poems always put a smile on my face 🙂

  2. Aunt Celia · October 23, 2012

    Your poems transport me to years gone by. Am happy to be able to share in your memories! Love you Jess!

  3. Admiral Tavano · January 7, 2013

    When you want to be sly,
    This is what you’ll try,
    Just think of me,
    And all that I be,
    Then do the exact opposite.

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