Yesterday I was an eager fox,
My ears well horned and honed,
The sharpest sound gave wreathes on fur,
All the coolest wind gave rise mine eyes,
Glued upon the shade were passing leaves,
Brewed at my paws were drops and rain,
Even whilst all the stars turned a glare,
I saw myself the same one walking,
Even as I tread lightly by paws moving,
I beheld the globes of the fox by sight,
And all the world's an adversity,
Yet yawned your yap yesteryear
Sound, stood so spoke softly soon,
These are the mirrors their eyes beheld,
Whilst the other motioned still,
And I bade well so went away.
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