Runaway     by Judy DePauw

  The gray fox
  Was not running
  In a straight line. His
  Front paws landed
  Left to right, left to right.
  If he's been a soldier,
  I'd have ventured
  The enemy had
  A bead on him
   
  He was running
  Where the corn was
  Just poking up, and blamed!
  If he didn't sprint right
  Towards the highway.
  I gripped the wheel tighter
  And slowed. --As he flew by,
  He drew me up into his wild run!
 
  That bushy tailed dog quit
  The chase, but the fox and I
  Are headlong for the woods!