Animal Poems
A Fellow Mortal
(by Charlote Adelsperger)
I found a fox, caught by the leg
In a toothed gin, torn from its peg,
And dragged, God knows how far, in pain.
Such torment could not plead in vain,
He looked at me, I looked at him.
With iron jaw-teeth in his limb.
"Come, little son," I said, "Let be...
Don't bite me, while I set you free."
But much I feared that in the pang
Of helping, I should feel a fang
In hand or face...
but must is must...
And he had given me his trust.
So down I knelt there in the mud
And loosed those jaws all mud and blood.
And he, exhausted, crept, set free,
Into the shade, away from me;
The leg not broken...
Then, beyond,
That gin went plonk into the pond.
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