Fox and Rabbit

 
Fox and Rabbit  
 
I held your fingers between the beds,  
underneath dress sheets we hid our heads  
waiting on a snuffling sound,  
from the room beside - the howl of a hound.  
 
You kissed my fingers and retracted quick,  
I slid my hand under sheet quite slick,  
we heard the footsteps where fingers had met,  
my breath was fast, my eyes wet.  
 
I knew if I made a noise she would find us fast,  
for you, rabbit, my silence had to last,  
I waited until the feet scurried next door,  
I lifted the sheet from the carpeted floor.  
 
I made the signal that only we knew,  
on the thumb rested the middle fingers, two,  
the other two pointed high into the air  
I peeked out to check if your signal was there.  
 
It was and again I lifted the sheet to your smile,  
we joined hands again and were quiet a while,  
safe in the knowledge we hadn't been found by the fox,  
before night, under beds in Pajamas and socks.  
 
Oh, Great-Grandad rabbit how you enriched my life,  
with your actress and the Foxiest wife,  
my Grandma, a woman with many a skill,  
I love you with my soul, I always will.