the green-clover fox
Sneaky and sly, she moves through the shadows,
Her nimble fingers pick locks with ease,
with her mask on, no one knows who she is,
But tales of her spread through, like a summer storm.
She slips in and out of places unseen,
A mistress of disguise, a trickster, a queen.
She could outwit anyone, with a flick of her wrist,
A clever girl, who never misses a twist.
In the dead of night, she roams the streets,
Her footsteps are silent, like a thief’s heartbeat.
No lock can keep her out, no bounder can catch her,
The green-clover fox, a cunning enchanter.
But beneath her mask of mischief and guile,
Lay a heart pure and true, a gentle smile.
Deep down, she's full of love and connection,
laughing and playing, with every ease.
So if you ever cross paths with the green-clover fox,
Do not fear, for she is simply a friend.
