the foxes

love can be fun, if you don't put in the work
stick with the honey, stay as long as it's worth


burrows in the forest, dig in under your skin
evergreens and poseurs dropping needles to win the fling
red and gray the fur will fly
spring has thawed
you watch the summer going by


we are warming slowly
our hearts left out in the sun
the foxes they will show us
the bed of trundle is done


this cub was asleep, a dream left under a wood
would that you were bolder, a bold and dangerous move
gray and red the fur will fly
spring has thawed
you watch the summer going by


we are warming slowly
our hearts left out in the sun
the foxes they will show us
the bed of trundle is done


love can be work, if you don't put in the fun
when i'm done with you, i stick you next to the trophies
the other ones...
the other ones...
the other ones...
the other ones...


© 2009 Erin McKeown