Foxy Loxy
We drove up to
our cute Airbnb.
My sis and I
went to London in May.
We had just cruised
the Thames near the North Sea.
We had sailed,
dined and laughed the night away.
When we drove
up, we knew not what to say.
There stood a
little, red fox at our gate.
Didn’t know
what to do, but hesitate.
It watched us
warily as we went through.
We were
cautious, too, arriving so late.
It was
disappointed. We had no food.
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