Portent
I met a fox the other day,
she lives so far away.
Perfect was her fur,
glowing in the moonlight,
she seemed to be sheer radience within the forest.
I had to follow her scent,
this is where our dreams went.
I knew this was ment to be,
this fox and me.
I see her beauty,
she sees the fox in me.
I bring her mice,
I try to be nice,
not once but thrice.
As much is ment to be,
often she eludes me.
I follow her scent,
my mission hellbent.
It sometimes causes me pain,
an energy drain,
emotional strain,
but follow her I cant refrain,
I follow in the rain,
no ground I ever gain.
Always I follow,
always I'll remain.
I love this fox,
she is the light that leads my way,
steals my heart every day,
never would I stray... <3
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