Fox Fidelis
for Hazel
So, she said,
what do you want?
*Somewhere warm
to sleep inside,*
said the fox in the snow.
There’s only the bike shed,
she said, and only at night.
Right,
said the fox in the snow
*If you let me in,
and you let me out,
I’ll be a good fox.*
You’d better be, she said,
No squatters here,
even at Christmas.
Verstehen Sie?
Etiam,
said the fox in the snow,
*Semper ergo sum
vulpes fidelis.*
Fox in a blizzard
For Joe
Looks serious
this blizzard of snowflakes.
A proper ice storm perhaps?
All the same yet different
the microscope shows.
Who knows?
Just hearsay it’s said,
and cold on the nose,
said the fox in a blizzard.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
Fox Fidelis
for Hazel
So, she said,
what do you want?
*Somewhere warm
to sleep inside,*
said the fox in the snow.
There’s only the bike shed,
she said, and only at night.
Right,
said the fox in the snow
*If you let me in,
and you let me out,
I’ll be a good fox.*
You’d better be, she said,
No squatters here,
even at Christmas.
Verstehen Sie?
Etiam,
said the fox in the snow,
*Semper ergo sum
vulpes fidelis.*
Fox in a blizzard
For Joe
Looks serious
this blizzard of snowflakes.
A proper ice storm perhaps?
All the same yet different
the microscope shows.
Who knows?
Just hearsay it’s said,
and cold on the nose,
said the fox in a blizzard.
Silly poems for Christmas cards sent to young friends
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