She might have food or a mate with
Sometimes you're not quite sure.
She moves so quietly in great balance;
I guess that's one of the fox's talents.
She comes every night to the tree;
Sometimes I sneak down, I think she
But for the last few days she hasn't
It makes me wonder what's going on.
Three weeks went by,
"I give up," I sighed.
But one month later I heard little cries.
I jumped right up, and to my surprise,
I looked out the window by the willow
My fox brought some food and the
Six pups she had,
And when she looked up at me,
I could tell she was glad.