He's known for his screams
and she, for her cheers,
and they, for brokenness
and unlikely fears.
Sometimes he's a fox
Sometimes she's a 'saur.
Sometimes they're truth,
Sometimes they're lore.
He smells all the sunbeams
in dark tales no one hears-
and when they start falling,
his fur catches her tears.
Sometimes, he's a fox,
Sometimes, she's a 'saur.
Sometimes, they bark.
Sometimes, they roar.
She watches his dreams
as they tickle his ears,
and they count as they've leared to:
in moments, not years.