There's a fox living in the paddock
I heard a noise beneath the shed
I saw her bushy red/black/white tail
As she scrambled out and fled
Old Red is gone; buried near at hand
His memories still right here
Among the many in my head
Though his home has fallen down
That's where she's made her bed!
I've heard her crying in the night
Eerily: her voice; baying at the moon
Like she's calling for her long lost mate
Begging him to comeback soon
Kia and Amy often beg for release
To run outside and bark at night
Though they're often chasing Roos
'Tis only now I see the light
It's the vixen they've been answering
As she howls and cries out loud
Hers; the voice they're hearing
In that pale, lonely, cold moonlight!
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