Her Foxy Boy
To most, he was just a dog but,
to her he was a, “foxy-boy”.
Sure enough, he possessed the
countenance a large fox;
all decked out in silver and white fur.
Oh, he knew he was the light of her life;
she’d hold his paw in her hand and tell him
what a “cutie-pie” he was, so “foxy”
and he loved it; you could tell he was
blushing beneath that fur,
as he’d turn his head downwards,
as if to say, “aw...shucks” Mom.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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