The Castle and the King pointed north,
the Knight prepared to do the two step,
Remember! The Bishop does the Electric Slide,
across the checkered board as he takes his prey.
The moves rush through the vixen's head,
like the rippling water of a country creek,
remember the moves...keep thinking ahead,
what if I do this...will he do that?
He stroked the fur of his upper lip,
as he patiently pondered the vixen's move.
What was she planning? Was she planning at all?
Or like all females,
was she foolishly flaunting her ignorance?
In the end...she was swiftly overtaken,
outmatched, outwitted, outplayed,
but the vixen had witnessed a moment,
when she had equally sparred with the fox.
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