Deep in a fox hole
Orange and Black intertwine
Hands dashing to be clasped
Wet noses longing for a warm winter

Ever flowing skies of gray and red
Paint the trail ahead of summers end


Ravens roost low
On fragrant cypress knees
Preening each other
For the nights to come

luminous bursts of lightning light our
flight path towards southern warmth

Loyal with the morals of man
Have you heard about the fox?