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Title:  Hunting the Hunter
Animal:  Fox

I pricked up my ears and followed the scent,
With food aplenty, only fools would relent.

My nose twitched, excited, as my eyes scanned the field,
One prey then two, I counted, their fate would soon be sealed.

I charged and attacked, dug my teeth in but backtracked,
A loud bang resounded, then blood flowed from impact.

It seems that I, the hunter, was also the hunted,
By two legged mammals, I had been outsmarted.

The End

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