The summer passed with fanfare few
Catchpole housing two parts of a whole.
'Though their love's been set to simmer and stew,
Secrets kept, always take their toll.
Our hay-haired maid, wants not to hide,
The firefox concerns for safety of self.
Lord of the Rook, mind open and clarified
Would gladly likely shelter, at great cost to himself.
Our lover wrangled
Over merits of skulking versus emergence.
Although neither care for the views of a society mangled
Their views on family have yet to reach a convergence
To tell or not to tell
That is the question they must quell.