Lost in sleep, all warm and cosy,
Wishing morning to perdition,
Dreaming deeply, all unconscious,
Snuggled down in prime position…
Wake abruptly, bedclothes flying,
Primal instinct, fear obeying,
Stand a moment, get my bearings,
Seek the source of awful baying…
There, beside the garden window
Stands a vision, evil-seeming
Black as night with heckles raising
Growling deep, with teeth a-gleaming.
Barking warning at the twilight,
Is it just her own reflection?
No, for I see something moving,
Kudos, small dog, for detection!
Eyes are glowing in the torchlight,
In the garden, something’s roaming,
Squint to get a better vision
In the half-light of the gloaming.
“What the..?” for a fox is watching,
Half amused at canine antics,
Just a pane of glass between them,
Fox is calm, but dog is frantic.
Five a.m. the clock is showing,
Neighbours should be deep in slumber…
Shush the small dog’s frenzied baying
Or we’ll both be deep in lumber!
Fox decides to saunter dawn-wards…
Loyal guard-dog did her duty…
Might as well go make some coffee,
No chance to play sleeping beauty!
“I have just fulfilled my purpose,
Keeping you from all invasion,
Would there be a treat forthcoming
For my work on this occasion?
Mayhap some small scrap of chicken,
Or perhaps a bite more cheesey?
All that barking makes me peckish…
Saw that fox off, easy-peasy!”
“Ani girl, we should be sleeping,
This is no time to be working…”
“Yeah, but there was an intruder!
Not the moment to be shirking!
Anyway, the fault, dear writer,
Is your own, if you’ll see reason,
‘Cause you left the curtains open
For the tree, this festive season!”
Moving Christmas trees is awkward,
Baubles fall and roll and rattle,
So, I’d left the curtains open,
To avoid the nightly battle.
When the fox had come to visit
Small dog did as she had needed,
So she got her chicken breakfast
Blame is mine, I have conceded.
With apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow