A perfect winters night
I jump as the blurred figure crosses my sight,
gone in mere seconds, in a flash of red and white.
Oh my goodness how you made me jump out of my socks,
good evening to you, young mister Fox.
Skulking through the alleys, walking down the streets,
looking in the darkness, as my heart slowly beats.
How lovely to see you although I got a fright,
good evening mister Fox, hope you enjoy the rest of your night.
The End
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A perfect winters night, which
was posted on Nov 27, 2011 by
dylanmc92.
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