Fiona the Fox
In the quiet woods where shadows play,
Lives Fiona the Fox, sleek and gray.
Her ears rotate, like radar they turn,
Pinpointing sounds, every rustle discern.
With a twitch and a flick, she pinpoints the source,
A rustling leaf, a distant horse.
Her senses sharp, she’s always aware,
Of dangers lurking, she takes great care.
When the night is dark and the moon is high,
Fiona moves with a watchful eye.
She darts through the trees, swift and light,
Heading to her den, hidden from sight.
If danger approaches, she’s quick to react,
With multiple exits, she’s never trapped.
She outfoxes her foes, with cunning and flair,
Escaping to safety, vanishing in thin air.
Fiona the Fox, so clever and wise,
With ears that rotate and keen, bright eyes.
She lives in the forest, wild and free,
A master of stealth and agility.
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