Little fox little fox…with your bright emerald eyes…
Do you see them lurking, can you hear their spies?
Can you detect their approach, with ultra sonic ears…
Carrying guns, bowie knives, katanas and spears.
They’ve come for your coat, to steal off your skin…
So you can be shown as a most formidable win.
You’ll be present at high tea, balls, and suave Arabic socials…
Petted and stroked as a revered trophy to locals.
Dressed to the 9’s, will be your assistance…
But you’re just a dog, even with their persistence.
You eat your vermin, ermine, rat and vole…
Sleep in the dirt; make a home of a hole.
Perhaps they’re confused…maybe you’re just a 4 legged bat?
...Or a crack hallucination? “Could have just been a …”
Your sweet carrion breath, and gleaming white teeth…
With my heart, little fox, you’ve become a thief.
