You should play the music of the project while reading I love listening to music when reading poetry. Fox of the Streets Poem: The Streets of Kleah helped a fox to see the world the way it is: Purebloods, no holding back, releasing their wrath like an angry, bubbling fizz. Some nights, refuge was beneath an old bench. Somedays, the rain left him drenched. Emotions and abandonment filled his soul, But Fox never gave up inspiring the creatures of old. Even in the cold, even in the pain, Even when the cities were swallowed by the rain, The fox hybrid hoped; he dreamed through the pain. Friends and spirit filled his heart, Setting the russet hybrid apart.
A random poem I wrote about Fox Whitetale, you probably don't know much about him but he is the main character of a book I am writing.
