| By the Brook |
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Beside the babbling brook lay I Ears cocked to hear his cry Then I heard it, keen and long The dog fox answer, my mating song From yonder field beyond the glen He answered thrice, I chose him then For it was time Beside the babbling brook lay we Content within our company He'll not bide long, this I know When twilight falls he will go Whilst I retreat, below the earth To await, the impending birth For it is time Beside the babbling brook they play This eve of Midsummer's day Pouncing, fighting, honing their skills For survival is a battle of wills A misty dawn, creeps o'er the hill Dewdrops glisten and the land lies still Staying strong, I ignore their cries I have to break a mother's ties For it is time Beside the babbling brook lay I Ears cocked, to hear his cry Then I heard it, keen and long The dog fox answer, my mating song……….. |