Find the river brimming bright in dusky light.
Wooded shadows roaming free ready to fight.
Nightime taking over. Light of truth concealed.
Hidden smolder lying dormant yet revealed.
Pensively perched, the Fox perceived my approach.
Upon this poetess he had dared to poach.
Now I encroach to retrieve nocturnally
My hoard of poems stolen so stealthily.

With this awareness he waits without wonder.
Given in, he wanes and begins to wander
Grazing grasses, in the face of my grand guile,
Guiding me along the way in gradual style.
So surreptitiously I surmised his plot,
Surpassing lies and riding time to this spot.
Reverantly I thank the Day gratefully!
That what was promised has this way come to me!