Fox and the grapes

Gather around the fire,

and I will share a tale.

One heard before,

but with a different view.

A fox scavenging,

looking for a meal,

spies a vine of grapes.

The fruit within reach is long gone.

Birds sit out of reach,

eating a meal.

Longs for a bite.

Stories say the fox wanders away,

claiming the fruit was sour.

Never left.

Waited.

Had many a meal.

Who knows if it was fowl or grapes?