This is my fox, he's white and brown.
You can't really see but he's wearing a frown.
I hide him and hunt him most every day,
And as of just now he has nothing to say.
I searched for his voice box, I squeezed him too tight
And now I have noticed he's quit the good fight.
He silently lays by the fire with me
I still hold him down, I can't set him free.
I am Polecat's human. She has difficulty fully expressing herself without me. So I told her I would write and post photos for her. She wants you to know that she is a poet.