Sonnet To a Midnight Fox
Wretched fox, how you compel me to write!
I hate the way you scavenge, shriek and prowl,
Invading my mind through the humid night,
With calls that drown out the melodic fowl.
I liken your shrill voice to a harpoon:
It is more sharp, strident and harsh
Than crow flocks cawing in the gales of June,
Or air baring scents of a rancid marsh.
How do I hate you? I shall list the ways.
I hate your ginger fur and charcoal snout.
Thinking of your horrid shout fills my days
With woe: ‘tis your call which caused this fallout.
Oh dearest fox, I must sleep without fright
So please ponder these verses this fine night.
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