Lonely, lonely on a hillside
He spies her, looking inside
Her menagerie bleakly displayed
Each a drop of love arrayed
He attempts to steal her fox
Tidy and pretty all in a box
Dove takes flight in lost abandon
Finding fire again to land on
Blood rides now, moon to sky
Seeking things she can't eye
Brief in moment and lashed in love
She parts red lips and consumes the dove
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