Once a crow, without a creak
Sat with fine cheese in his beak
On a stout branch of a tree
As happy as he could be
A clever fox was passing by
Worked his wits for he was sly
Thus he spoke, “O’ noble bird
For your charms I have no word
If only your voice was sweet
Your beauty would be complete.”
At this, the crow gave a caw
And the cheese fell in his paw
Off the fox went running by
“You have no voice nor wits to ply.”
Frank Solanki 
Yea that fable! You wrote it so well! 😃
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Thanks a lot.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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No compliment, need be, if it means it will satisfy another’s hungry need.
I bow out from this fight. Doesn’t make me naive or dumb….it’s a matter of preference as all for one…..I never wanted to be that number one.
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Sly foxes everywhere.We all need to guard our cheese fiercely.
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Having trouble frank with the email . Can’t access the blog to comment maybe a widget needs refining. Love your blog
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