Friday, May 15, 2015

The Dancing Fox

The Dancing Fox

Silver in the moonlight,
it danced upon the ground.
It's dancing little fox feet
could never make a sound.

The only time She comes here
is when the moon is full and bright.
You'll only ever see Her
in the middle of the night.

Her fur is of pure silver,
Her eyes a crystal blue.
And when the time was one o' clock,
into the moon She flew.

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