“Let’s seize foxes that destroy
vineyards, ” say the ripe young maids,
each one anxious to enjoy
boys they call in serenades.
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Intriguing, flowing, and delightfully sinister. Kind regards, Gina.
Oh, those midnight hours, when we catch something, and might not be sure what it was until the sun comes up, and, of course, by then, it's too late to let go! ! Loved the sinister feel to this poem.