Fox On The Hill Poem by Matt Mooney

Foxy, Foxy, won’t you come up to my house:
On such a freezing night you must be hungry;
All your padding around while you look at me
And you sitting down there waiting for charity.

We are on a moonlit road on the side of a hill-
There you cross my path curious and cautious;
Boots in the snow make a crackle and crunch-
Foxy, Foxy, if you have time I will talk to you.

Foxy, Foxy, my prince of wild life in this place,
Follow me, follow me, in the gate home to me:
Here we are! Your food I will place at my door-
But dam the sensor light that has frightened you.

You are slipping away like a ghost or a shadow
To resume your late night rambles till morning;
Your paw tracks imprinted on virgin snow fallen
Foxy! Foxy! -why don't you come to my calling? .