One week ago it the wee hours past sweet talk and smooth wineA fox barked his raspy cough sending we two friends scurrying
To tally-ho.
Three times from the darks of two until the first threads of light
We harkened to the cry, excited and bright to hear, hoping to view
This curiosity.
A fox all night returning to just that one window, we thought
Perhaps a bit quirky, more so after another asserted of course,
It was you.
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