The Owl and the Fox
One wintery night blew a blustery storm
Poor Mr Owls’ wings struggled to perform
He was blown off course and flipped in the air
He crashed down into a clearing and landed there
Tired and hungry he stood up and glanced around
All was now frosty white from the trees to the ground
Through the heavy snowfall he spotted a red flutter
It was young Mr Fox also out for his supper
He wrapped Owl in a blanket and urged him inside
Where he offered warm apple cider and spicy mince pies
Such mutual warmth was found on this night
That a pact they made before owl took off on flight
They promised to meet and share festive cheer
Again, same time, same place, each year!
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