A seer you are of unworldly talent

To discern with such ease a purpose

Out of a tale so utterly vexing.

How you gazed through the surface!

 

Your eye for detail is no doubt

Worthy of praise among mortals.

Although compared to mine, eternal

You only see through narrow portholes.

 

Aye the dreams were odd indeed

They made all not appear as they seemed.

They were at once both so very unreal

And also too real to have been dreamed.

 

The fox becomes more than real or unreal

It is an entity entirely beyond mortal ken.

Greater than sun or moon or constellation

All of this woman’s mind is the fox’s den.

 

How clever he is! A pirate at land

Stealing what he eats at vanishing yonder.

As he steals away into deepest darkness

The soldier appears in semblance to ponder.

 

Alike to the fox and also in motive.

And you, detective did well to evince

His purpose, intentions so selfish

To a woman who needed little to convince.

 

Her predilection got the best of her

And his will she could no longer resist.

Like a ship driven through ice

She couldn’t help but desist.

 

And so good of you fine detective

To peer through the mist and frost

And apply your facile, adroit eye

To reveal what to other men is lost

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