A/N Not as good a piece as I would like, but it's been a while since I've done a bit of poetry like this. I'll leave who it's about and what kind of creature it is up to you readers, though it ended up sounding a little like a hare I think. The rhythm is a little funny towards the end too...
I own nothing of Redwall, save the books and a poster or two.
Hope everyone likes it!
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Straggling coat and weathered face
No marks of rank he bore
But continued in his dogged pace
From friendly door to door.
The lonely seasons starved him thin
His soul was old and worn
But he wandered out and back again
From woodland to the shore.
Many times they asked him why
He wandered and did not rest
He smiled and laughed and winked his eye
As he explained his lifelong quest.
"With good creatures and weather
And some mighty fine scoff,
Why, things just couldn't be better!
Still, soon I'll be off
On my jolly old way
Over the mountains and hills with their green
Because I cannot stop or stay away
From the bit of world which I still haven't seen.