I'M Watching You Poem by Art Box

In the witching hour each night
I feel I'm not alone
It's not a case of fear or fright
But I'm shivering down to my bone
The stars are shining the moon is bright
Thank goodness I'm in my home

I'm afraid it's getting closer now
I'm afraid it's rather near
Not wolf or boar or bull or com
It's something very dear
Being silent is it's vow
But rustling I hear

It's unbelievably late
For what he has to do
He's crept past the gate
And onto the glistening dew
It was worth it having to wait
Oh little fox I'm watching you