Sunday, March 11

In the woods at night

Your fear is a sultry
Dark-haired fox in a white
Wool coat, long gloves and boots

And she tugs you close to
Her in the black cold night
As the snow tumbles down

She whispers sound advice
Which paths to cross and walk
don't run and stay with me

And as she tugs she slows
You stop. The woods at night
Are cold but you can feel
Her warmth

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