Mr Mascellani's Musings

Cacophonous squawks arise again from my farmyard premises
as the chickens sense the presence of their skulking enemy,
none other than the fox, their wily old nemesis.

He’s come to pilfer some more of my plump poultry
Damn you varmint! One day I’ll wear you as a garment!
You’ll learn, vulpine thief, which of us is truly crafty.