Fox Nekitsune - Fox

I rush through the trees
I hear them hunting me
from them i flee
Is this the end of me?

Between the rocks
down the stream
home is near

I hear them hunting me
Their snarling teeth
Their killing breath
How can this be

Between the rocks
down the stream
home is near

They bite at me
I cry from their hate
How can this be
And now as a fox i am late

Fox Nekitsune

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