The Fox's Scream
Hooting in the dead of night
The hooting gives a quick jolt of fright
The yellow moon so large
Hovers over the trees
Almost seemingly camouflaged
A scream echo’s in the dead of night
The pain of night is heard
The fox has spread the word
In the dead of night
Each sound you hear
Sends out its chilling fright
The fox’s scream sounds chilling to the bone
Walking through these fields I love
I know I’m not alone
Hooting so strong and eerie
Floods my ears each night
His cries seem so lonely as he sits before his plight
The fox will scream like a lady in distress
Putting your vivid imagination
To the test
The pain of the night is heard
With the neighing of the herd
The horses hover in a crowd so tight
Trying to evade
The harrowing cries throughout the chilling night
The wind whispers across these plains
But the wind is no match
And cannot silent
All these nightly pains
Not even the ruffle of the Shire horse’s chains.
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