Vernon the aqua fox,
swim fast 'ere Summer's fall;
wade wide-streamed Autumn's lull.
Your rust red coat and socks
of white will fade at snowfall's call
and, hunting just to keep kits full,
at moon you'll howl and nip but fail
at Winter's icy onslought gale.
These equal days of light and dark
will soon make way
for short days and stark
with cold and biting winds,
whose wide streams are too hard for play.
There! Beyond the river bends,
you see the sun of spring arrive
and all the world is back - alive!
Now struggle fox with coat of red,
to out your den, back from the dead,
and greet spring's dawn and all it sends.
mindbringer, 16 September 2009