There was a little fox,
who's fur was blue and black,
always waiting at the dock,
for its friend to come back.
Its friend is long gone,
and that it already knows,
so everyday it visits the dock,
it would bring a red rose.
they used to look for fish there,
and have lots of fun,
play silly games by the water,
and going for a run.
one day they were running around,
the foxes fur was a beautiful blue,
its friend fell into a rocky water area,
and it didn't know what to do.
it jumped in after them
and did everything it could
but unfortunately for the fox,
it didn't do it eny good,
the rocks were too sharp and
the water was too low,
the fox got hurt badly,
and for its friend,
was...well you know.
help finally found them at the dock,
the fox was the only one to survive,
i was really amazed at how,
the fox was able to come out of it alive.
But Its been years since i saw it,
and when i thought of it i cried,
because it spent its years waiting
for its friends return,
it has most likely died.
by Alexis
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