why should I bear such allegations questioned the fox

·

these tiny mouse murmurs in the night, this false proclamation,

for innocence is my cloak, truth my vocation,

a sly reputation, but no malevolent aspirations

·

through your labyrinth of accusations I tread,

yet unseen, unheard, in shadows widespread,

seek not the villain where darkness is cast,

for in your moonlit drama, my innocence will outlast

·

and with that the fox fades into the night,

a riddle for those who may question his plight


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