The CantmIre Post

Foxes in the night, swift and sly
In search of their prey they rove and pry
Run through the woods, with such finesse
Leaving no trace of their presence

Quickly they jump in pursuit of their goal
Able to sneak past any toll
Though they move with such speed and grace
They'll never be able to outrun fate

An invitation so grand had been sent that day
To a show for foxes held at the Bay
But it caught the attention of some man named DeSantis
And now an investigation's underway

Though a holiday show sounded so nice
It didn't pass muster, not paying its price
So now foxes must wait for the investigation to cease
For then once again, can freedom and fun increase.