‘Sniff out the Fox’ 🦊

I have left my love of sea salty foam

Amidst a pale midnight moon so monochrome

Their Dame Mothers au natural home

And I hear that shrill, shriek mating call

Betwixt the boughs where creatures crawl

A setting sun is my enthral

I scrutinise on a dry stonewall

So Dogs hunt as Vixens lie

Cradling cubs with a lullaby

Yet they hide as I hunt and espy