Midnight Delight

Midnight Delight by Corinne

T'was a cool damp night

in a forest full of mist

where moss and lichen

drip, drip, drip

There along a stoney path 

tread not only the squirming, 

crawling creatures of the night,

but a lonesome merle fox 

guided by the drifting scent 

of yesterday's decaying lunch 

buried alongside a crumbling stump

As moonlight sifts through creaking stands of cedar, fir, and alder

on which a grandfather owl rests between meals

the night is quiet, but ever so busy

You see, when we are warm in bed with bellies well fed

the creatures of the night feast by moonlight

Down a steep hillside,

a narrow trail through tattered ferns, 

the merle fox followed

to the crumbling stump 

emerging from a mossy knoll

Gently poking with his nose

he found where his meal lay hidden

One look over his shoulder and he started frantically digging

Not one, not two, but three silvery tails emerge from the earth

Ever so gently the fox did gather the three beady eyed furries 

and left in a scurry

Not far from the stump was his quaint hole in the ground

dry as a bone, cozy and round

He layed out his meal

All three in a row

Licked his lips and crunched up their bones

What a beautiful sight, a midnight delight

And as the night fades and the morning grows brighter

There lay a merle fox 

warm in his bed with a belly well fed