A tiny fox and little lark
Strode through the forest on an untrodden path
Guided by the song of a sleepy hermit
Which echoed through the words to every nearby crevice
Through the underbrush and from the canopy
The pair of small creatures fell into a spacious glade
Sunlight poured in and bathed an old suntanned man
Along with his old sun bleached lyre
Atop a crumbling log, the man invited the two
And so the little lark chirped and the man smiled back
And the now tiny trio sat together for a time of peace
As time passed, the tiny fox and little lark left to hunt
And man got up to as well
From his log, he strode to a hut on the side of the opening
Made of sticks and flat browning leaves, you’d expect such a shelter to be abandoned.
He entered and likely ate a meal of fruit and fish
But for privacy reasons, the narrator did not enter the house to view the hermits actual dinner
The next day, the man played his lyre and the fox and lark returned
Though, the man could not play the lyre,
Out of tune and out of touch, his song broke the tranquility of the forest
Echoing through the woods to every nearby crevice, on every day
But the animal pair shared the mutual judgement that the man was kind
And through time they formed an unlikely friendship which acts as a plot device for why the fox hasn’t eaten the lark yet and why the two constantly go near the hermit’s terrible songs.
The trio walked to river, bellowing songs as they marched a new trail
Together, the hermit and fox caught fish after fish
Enjoying the crisp and crystal water
For a time of laughter and non-lyre filled commotion
As the setting sun cast it’s gaze, the trio would depart
Then the next day the little lark and tiny fox would return to meet the kind man
The lark would chirp, the man would smile
And the rest of the forest would avoid the echoing clamor of the trio’s voices