Fox And Locust Poem by Kassem Oude

Fox wakes up at sunrise
Stand up on mountain peak
Glorious proud does realize
Says to self he's not weak

Looks far away at fields
Sees too long his shadow
But the truth cannot read
Weighs his force that's hollow

'Today I will catch a deer
Make of it a chunky meal'
Run down forth stop and veers
At noon tired without zeal

Crouches for rest at near peeks
Dying locust by hand pinches.
'It is not shame to be weak
Promise as much as you'll reach'.

Tuesday 27 May 2014