The Fox and The Hen

A Love Poem

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On the Occasion of Tracing Woodgrains’ Wedding

Early on a new spring's morning spied I        
Thee in whitened glory. My evening darkened
mange so poorly cast to beauteous eyes.
Thus I spied, a'still, afraid to frighten.
Crow'd the cock and fast you turn'd; your bosom
eager held aloft. Had one so beautied
e're been seen? Or such a breast so struck numb?
Mouth agape in eager chase, I followed 
soft and tender thighs. Those ample legs you
cast a pace, and flutter'd half a walking 
stride. A subtle turn and you were gone, you
flit away, as hope undrawn. But gawking

yet I hear your gobble, on subtle winds where song birds sup.
Would only I had you, my Dear... I would gobble you up.

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