We walk these fields at the break of day,
When the tawny owl hoots from far away,
4 legged friend, just wants to play
I tell him be quite! Keep still, and stay!
Look up ahead in the gloaming……
A wily old fox is slowly moving,
We watch awhile, quietly sleuthing,
On we go…almost tip toeing,
The dog fox stops and looks around!
We just freeze and hold our ground,
I whisper to Pepe….don’t make a sound!
To late..to late we have been found,
The fox stands still, still and stark
turns to us, and yaps a bark,
Off he slinks under bushes dark,
He has for sure left his mark.