Make it Write If the Fox Calls Again
night and day become one, I'll stay sessile should she be on her run.
Though the frost be gone from my home and the nights somber and quick, she's still seized my siblings while her eyes flutter and flick.
I'm the only one left now, unsuspected in my lair, and I dare not make a cry, in that her tentative ear may be there.
When that magical phase is completed that wicked vixen will withdraw then, and I may begin my trials until the fox calls again.
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