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Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound
for in my windy valley yesterday I found
New born foxes squirming on the ground
Speak gently.
Walk softly, March, forbear the bitter blow,
Her feet within a trap, her blood upon the snow,
The four little foxes saw their mother go
Walk softly.
Go lightly, Spring, oh give them no alarm;
When I covered them with boughs to shelter
them from harm
The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm
Go Lightly.
Step softly, March, with your rampant
hurricane
Nuzzling one another and whimp'ring with
pain,
The new little foxes are shiv'ring in
the rain
Step softly.



This is my fave poem of his work. Hope you like it.

2007-02-28 11:50:00 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

1 answers

That's beautiful-- so sad. Poor kits.

2007-02-28 14:58:30 · answer #1 · answered by princessmikey 7 · 0 0

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