Hey, It's Vlad. I'd like to introduce a new volunteer we have at the center. His name is Johnny Devecka and he is a photographer.

Anyway, one of his pictures came thru my inbox the other day that was really special. The picture inspired me to write a poem... hope you like it.

An ode for Vlad, a fox in command Words assembled, that must be quite grand So read along, this heavenly ballad.

And if you get hungry, have some egg salad.

His fur is majestic, like fire and burnt toast when people say he's the best, it's certainly no boast He struts down the path like he owns the terrain, And honestly...We're all just guests, in Vlad's domain.

He judges your fashion. He mocks your cologne.

He side-eyes your actions and lets out a groan

He eats only snacks that are plated with flair,

And once filed a complaint, cause the wind mussed his hair.

The others all revere him. They write him sweet songs.

He's so hot, if you meet him, you'll need kitchen tongs.

His star burns so bright its something to see

But if you upset him he'll probably go pee.

The coyotes hold meetings to study his gaze

Stinky Lucan wears deodorant hoping he stays.

He's handsome, he's sly, he's absurdly refined.

If you don't see he's awesome, you're obviously quite blind

He doesn't do tricks. He won't fetch a stick.

He will steal your heart, then ghost you real quick.

A fox like no other, no really, we checked majestic, sarcastic, and eyes perfectly flecked.

If James Bond were a mammal with fur and some sass, He'd be Vlad, with a tail, and some more class.

So beware if you meet him, this rakish young fluff.

He'll charm you, outfox you, and steal all your stuff.

But still, you'll forgive him. Why? Cause he's Vlad.

And looking that good should be legally bad.

Despite his profound excellence, he remains oh so humble

He deals with shenanigans, that would make mere mortals crumble.

So this is Vlad's ode that you just read

There is no fox greater, as I clearly just said To say anything otherwise, would just be not valid Now please wipe your face...covered with egg salad.

Vlad out