Your stories: Fox Cub by MG Adler - poem

He peeked out his face, From the den, Russet and ginger, Beady black eyes, Sniffed the air, Then wandered out, Small and weak, Followed by the other cubs, Yipping and yapping, Pouncing on leaves and shadows. Are you a budding writer or poet? Join the site and send us your scribblings!