National Poetry Day

One of my absolute favourites from the jungle books

  What of the hunting, hunter bold?
            Brother, the watch was long and cold.
          What of the quarry ye went to kill?
             Brother, he crops in the jungle still.
          Where is the power that made your pride?
             Brother, it ebbs from my  flank and side.
          Where is the haste that ye hurry by?
             Brother, I go to my lair to die!

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About Aunty Fox

'Fox Spirit is the crazy young aunt who dances in the rain and conjures fantastic worlds out of cardboard boxes, loo rolls and sellotape'
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