Draw in your kin,
Fair lady fox.
Cast away your shy,
Let down bronze locks.
Feel the wind in your hair,
Dash at the sunbeam's glare.
Come out from your nest,
Your at your very best.
Mr. Fox is drifting as of late,
Longing for his true life mate.
Your at your very best.
Mr. Fox is drifting as of late,
Longing for his true life mate.
Heed the call.
Hear his voice.
Hear his voice.
Don't turn your tail
His heart is blemished with memories of you.
And his mind filled with (future) visions of you two.
His heart is blemished with memories of you.
And his mind filled with (future) visions of you two.
©10-27-15 - Amy Mayfeather Moore
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