A fox of notoriety
A tail of thick and fiery fur
Producer of strong progeny
Sly master of the bin procure
A handsome vermin specimen
He spreads his acrid scent with pride
And yowls across the darkened park
To claim the night in cocksure strides

Though sleek and smart, this brazen streak
Has nothing in his repertoire
When blundering on man’s great paths
He meets his match, the mighty car
And there his mortal pelt is dashed
His stare is fixed on passing beams
And breath is labored one last time
Valhalla steals his soul and dreams

Inspired by the poem, Darkness by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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